When you realize that with poetry,

you can write anything

and the lines disappear from your notebook

to create a canvas

where your pencil paints pictures

and your pen creates emotion

Poetry crafts the raw emotions of nature

creates a sculpture of rage, fear, joy

You can bare your soul

create tender, shimmering moments

or lash out with jagged words

Poetry absorbs it all

It becomes a swirling mobile

seen differently by everyone who watches

delicate nuances, suspended, never repeating

and is yet sturdy enough to contain all of the human experience.