The Metaphoric Dreams Of Prosaic Verse

The Metaphoric Dreams Of Prosaic Verse

Poetry is magical for it is conceived
within the very heart of the soul,
within metaphoric dreams which can
move the reader to tears,
enthrall them within the rapture of a grand adventure,
or cause them to smile, and even perhaps laugh.
It is the written expression of vibrant emotion,
gifted to others in turn through
the linking of two souls intertwining
to share a single moment in time
from which both can feel empathy
for an event each has experienced in times past.
it is beautiful, and sometimes ugly.
It can whisper softly and sweetly,
like a gentle breeze,
or scream of pain so intense that
it burns like a knife to the gut.
It opens the mind to possibilities,
and sees beyond the limitations
of society's scriptures to the yet untapped
potential laying dormant within us all.
And when it speaks, it enlightens,
raising the consciousness of the individual
to heights never before imagined,
never before perceived of,
so the reader can reach beyond themselves
to stand in the footsteps of another and
tread the path of one who is not themselves.
Syllable by syllable,
word by word,
poetry calls to each of us on
an ancient and primitive level,
where our greatest need resides,
to touch and be touched,
to see and be seen,
to understand and be understood,
by the deepest intimate souls of others,
beyond the outward facades of society.
For within every dream and every metaphor conceived,
there is a hand reaching out to be heard.
And as one reads, all one must do
is reach out their own hand to find
the hidden meaning buried at the
heart of the poet's words, their poem.

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Poetry is magic in its own right, because it can evoke any emotion from the reader, simply with words. It casts a spell, that encircles and enshrouds the reader in a world not their own, in order for the reader to feel the living beating heart of another's thoughts and ideas. Enjoy it, for it is a gift beyond compare.

Namaste,
Misuchi