Shapes in the Clouds.

 Poetry is creating shapes out of clouds.

It is the stem of the rose of love.

‘Tis the most wondrous thing in the world,

To make a stranger emotional through long-ago written words.

To remind an unknown person of times long gone,

Of hurts, pleasures, friends, lovers.

Knowing that words,

Purely words,

Placed together in the way they were made to be placed,

Can cause tears to fall,

Hearts to ache,

And smiles appear.

Knowing that the words you write can do that,

Is the most beautiful knowledge in the world.