What does it mean,
to define poetry?
Where would we begin?
We could start with
technicality;
dissect each line, rhythm
verse…
“Why a coma,
or semicolon;
and not a period.”
Can it be,
more than we
anticipated?
Stand for a while and
look at basics;
metaphors warped
into simile:
a vocal sky;
absurd like breath with
no air.
Debate similarities:
“Is it complex communication
or
simplified symphony?”
Influence or
influential?
“Life inspired words
or
words to inspire life?”
Does an attempt to
define poetry
negate its
possibilities?
A test of
time,
from seconds to decades
or
the inverse…
Or,
is meaning found
when immersed
in verse;
the cure for a hunger
or
curse of unquenchable
thirst?
What does it mean,
to define poetry?
What can it mean…
To define poetry,
is to try and find
it’s limitation.
As if to say,
“Poetry is…
because…”
But a reason,
a single
reason,
does not exist.
To Define poetry
is to
deny the
curiosity
in which it
was created.
No, not,
“What does it mean
to define
poetry?”
But…
Maybe it’s you…
Maybe, it’s me…
Where is it written
it has to be
one or the other…
Why not “We?”
How,
do WE
define poetry?
Perhaps,
boldly,
how does poetry…
define us?
Who are we
with it?
What,
would we be
without it?
Maybe,
we look to define poetry
out of
desperation,
some hastened
elation out of
fear of separation…
Maybe,
if we find something
defined,
we’d be less inclined
to see
what we left behind
in our search.
We feed,
on this
need
to know
where we’re meant
to go…
or fit in.
Maybe,
that’s the problem,
thinking life, living
and being
all have only one
definition.
What if,
poetry IS
life
placed in front of us,
to shed light
on truth?
What if,
LIFE
is poetry,
continuously being
written
as we live it?
Maybe,
we’re not meant
to define poetry
“properly”
because
WE
are poetry;
there’s little
at all that’s
proper about
who
and
how
we choose to be.
Sometimes poetry
is subtle,
gentle and sweet;
sometimes chaotic,
crude and unforgiving.
Poetry can’t be
one
feeling,
any more than
life can be
only one
moment.
Poetry
isn’t stanzas,
it’s not rhyme
it’s not an
invention;
poetry is innovation.
Poetry is…
anyone, feeling
life’s moments.
Poetry,
is defined
through us.
In what we feel,
what we see,
how we
live.
We,
are poetry.
To define poetry
is to
define
every second
of every
moment.
To define poetry
we must
define,
wonder;
imagination.
To define poetry,
we must ask,
“Who are
we?”
If not poetry
who are we?
If not
works of art
molded into masterpieces
made to be imperfect
by design,
what are we?
If not
life
formed
through experiences
encapsulated in bodies;
defined by no single thing
and
comprised of
everything.
What,
are we?
Poetic,
experience.
Beautifully
chaotic,
disorganized simplicity.
Poetry,
divine
not defined,
flowing through
eternity.
Not
“We define poetry;”
through life,
as life
REDEFINE poetry.
Live it,
breathe it,
be it.
-Gustavo Lomas
Gustavo Lomas 