Dissecting poetry?


The poetry of beauty

I know not the hour

the day or the time.

I know not the poem

by name.


I do not know how

to tear

the words and timbre



I only know the feel

of tears, laughter…pain

emerging from within.


No names

to call it.

No books

to give it form.


For what is a poem

but the emotions behind it

without the


of explanation.