Poetry written about walks in the park should leave the feel of damp green grass under your bare feet, the sun peeking through the branches of an old oak tree, or even scenes of your past blending in with today’s view. Poetry should leave you wanting more, echoes of a poetic verse reverberating in your head, and the dreams of returning to that moment over and over again.
I listen to poetry, and many times I sit with a blank look and an empty feeling in my gut while I murmur, “What in the Hell was that I just read?” Then I will come across a poem, Haiku, or other writing that stirs my heart and I want to scream, “Now that is beautiful poetry”
It does not have to be about love found, love lost, or looking for love, but words encapsulated in a poetic stream that gives your emotions a good tug. It can be the look on your dog’s face, an apple falling from a tree, or the sun setting behind a mountain top at dusk. All the poetic stream needs are emotion, a dream, or a phrase that stirs the inner spirit and revitalizes your feelings.