Poetry has soothed the mind, lifted the spirit and
inspired man to greatness since thought began.
It is the song of the season,
the chill of the air, the vision of hope.
It is the inescapable meadow into which
we run when we have something to say,
some way to feel, some song to sing, someone to be.
Poetry has filled our lives with meaning
and passion for as long as words have been words,
nay, longer, for as long as images have been
constructed and choreographed
into new forms, new insight, new realities.
It is the condensation of thought and action and vision
to the most basic element which is life itself.
In it, truth is is communicated in the only way
it can possibly be communicated
and in a way we cannot possibly live without.
For that is poetry.