A World Without Definition

An expanded and edited version, of my poetic response to, Frieda P's poem, "~ I Choose Poetry". http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/friedapickle/1169166/

Sigh.

Our tears are
A poetic measure
Of the depth
Which our words
Moves other souls.

In the gentle current
Of words
Floating across
A computer screen.

Describing everything
And yet
Nothing

At all.

For poetry is
Infinitely defined
By the human mind.