Poetry is Nothing...
more than the ability to watch the rush of time
as it passes
fully immerse oneself
in the blossoming of:
awareness
the moment
the minutia
appreciation of unaltered reality
seducing the senses.
Take what is there for all to see
and drape it in art.
let your actions reflect that
which burns within you
a voice,
sometimes soft
sometimes indignant,
is always singing
listen. act.
A few hours after I wrote this little poem, I was pleasantly surprised by Bryan. He has turned it into a song.
Poetry is nothing... - Based on a poem by Jabiz Raisdana by Bryanjack
