Music. Poetry with notes. But isn't poetry already

Musical

Lyrical

Spiritual

Beautiful

Beautiful. What is beauty?

Is it you?

Is it me?

Is it humanity?

Beauty is not in everything I see.

But when I read poetry

There is beauty

In pain

In sadness

In vanity

I guess I only know what poetry is to me

It is the hymns I would read through church

It is the rhyming games I played with my father

It is both the prayers of David and the cries of the oppressed

Sometimes it is Shakespeare

But those things are me too

 I am not so vain as to believe I embody poetry

But maybe, just maybe, poetry embodies me