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Poetry is an imaginative awareness of experience expressed through meaning, sound, and rhythmic language choices so as to evoke an emotional response. Poetry has been known to employ meter and rhyme, but this is by no means necessary. Poetry is an ancient form that has gone through numerous and drastic reinvention over time. The very nature of poetry as an authentic and individual mode of expression makes it nearly impossible to define. (Mike Flanagan of about.com)

"A fork in the road"

Traveling down or up

Going south or north

Being lost or found

Drinking it all from life's cup

Setting out on foot

Direction set in mind

Purpose clearly set

A tree knows and grows from root up

Forcing past the tears

Vision focused, goal

What is ahead

Don't look to far, for fears

Waging on through doubt

Looking back at bridges

Wars, scars, Rainbows, Joy

Is this path worth, angst, shouts

Silencing the questions posed

From nare do wells of home

and curses of the mind, what path

wrong path, fear?

No, the fork in the road isn't closed

1/21/07

A poetic image of simpler days

Sweet Peach Wine,

Meaderin' along dust,

gravel pathways

nothin' before us but dreams

horse fly dive bombin'

teasin', tauntin'

"do what I do

FLY"

tormenting is what it is

slap that fly

a time when

fresh spring water

was

refreshment

            cool

                   cool

water

special to add essence

of fruit

going

            down

                     down,

and rushin' the

underbelly

swingin' off a tree

washin' off the dust

baptism in azure pools

landin', laughin'

the mockingbird reminds

"this is what life is

Free"

            Free

                        Free

imprisoning is what it is

scold that bird

a time when

peach wine cider

            sweet

sweet

wine

made in daddy's cellar

sliding

            down

                    down,

and soothing the

soul

by, M.E.LaLuna