The question should be what don't I love about poetry
What don't I love about the outward simplicity that hides the real meaning?
What don't I love about the imagery of December's snow neatly tucked away among the vivid description of the first sign of spring?
What don't I love about the unfamiliar companion called Death that watches you at all corners, waiting to make a proper first impression?
What don't I love about a man's love for his woman, and how her hair is as black as the night yet her eyes sparkle like stars?
What don't I love about how she loved him back but can never truly be with him or how their love is one in a million?
What don't I love about life and all its wonders? A gift only a few manage to possess.
What don't I love about mother nature and her rage at the mutilation of her body and children by savages that call themselves men?
What don't I love about poetry?
I love everything.
About the Creator
Moose
My focus is on inspiring art through literary creations. I love to write poetry, I love to talk about them too, and I really want to build a community of like minded people who love to read, write, and want to share their own space with me.
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