Do not call poetry a craft.
\nIt is not a lie carved from fantasy.
\nWould you call yourself
\nthe craft of God?
\nThe worked over wood of a tree?
\nPaint on the cloth of a sail?
\nDo you call what you love a craft?
\nYour child a well made pot of clay?
\nPoetry is sacred saying.
\nPoetry is soul language.
\nPoetry is the cloth
\nthe heart pulls around itself.
\nThe music of planets and stars.<\/p>\n
Poetry is not a craft
\nanymore than the Face of God
\nis a figurine.
\nPoetry is the testament of life.
\nIt is rage picking up rocks.
\nLove, indifferent to pain.
\nSnow filling the eyes.
\nTenderness touching hands.
\nWords scattered in the wind for the
\nsound of rain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Do not call poetry a craft. It is not a lie carved from fantasy. Would you call yourself the craft of God? The worked over…<\/p>\n