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November 2009 
Ripples
Posted on Aug 31st, 2006
by 
sherab
sherab
If poetry could pick apart the atom,
Unravel D.N.A., or stop old age,
It's value could be measured with a gauge
And read so clearly anyone could fathom
The full five feet of every line and verse.
But there's more to poetry than metered lines,
The by-products of our frustrated lives
Or an attempt to set things right with words.
We could think of poems as frozen time,
As threads of thought, holding words together.
What connects them is not the verse or rhyme
But measured breath, a date, a time, a thought.
An emotion that we had before dying,
A ripple on the waters which we caught.
Unravel D.N.A., or stop old age,
It's value could be measured with a gauge
And read so clearly anyone could fathom
The full five feet of every line and verse.
But there's more to poetry than metered lines,
The by-products of our frustrated lives
Or an attempt to set things right with words.
We could think of poems as frozen time,
As threads of thought, holding words together.
What connects them is not the verse or rhyme
But measured breath, a date, a time, a thought.
An emotion that we had before dying,
A ripple on the waters which we caught.
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Like all great art stops the human in their tracks and makes them step outside themselves to just be the observer, not wanting anything more than to be in the moment with the work, this poem makes me feel that same way, I want to stay in this snapshot, a spotlight of truth, and an ocean of meaning.
Thank you for posting,
Heather
www.badkittyartstudio.com