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What was poetry?
By cquill13
A girl stood looking
At the moonlight
From a small window
One dark stormy night.
She wondered what poetry
Could really be
Did it have anything
That she could see?
Was it the rising sun
Like a ball of fire?
Was it consequences
Dark and dire?
Was it the mountains
Frozen with ice?
Or was it springtime
Looking so nice?
Was it the rivers
Streaming down hills?
Was it the night wind
Giving out chills?
Was it the waterfalls
With clear ice water?
Or maybe some novel
Written by authors?
Was it the birds?
Or the humming of bees?
Or was it the gold leaves
Falling off trees?
Was it the white moon?
Or the silver stars?
Was it the long roads
Filled with small cars?
Was it the white waves
Of a rough sea?
Was it a unicorn
Escaping from me?
Was it a dragon
Breathing out flame?
Or was it young children
Playing a game?
Was it the silence?
Or maybe the noise?
Was it of pretty girls?
Or handsome boys?
Was it the dirty towns
That everyone knows?
Was it the houses
Set down in rows?
Was it the grey smoke
Rising off fires?
Or was it hundreds
And thousands of wires?
Was it of nature?
Or of the sea?
Was it of cities?
Oh what could it be?
The girl sighed a sigh
And said to herself
'Poetry can be anything
From a dwarf to an elf.
But poetry is a magic
That none understand.
Though for certain we know,
It will never end!'