Poetry is…

[Results of a freewriting exercise from The Aspiring Poet’s Journal]

poetry is the excavation and the expanse

poetry is an arm that stretches back and inward

to emptiness or elsewhere

poetry is a blackbird’s wing, inky and slight

poetry is my unhinged jaw fluttering

poetry is veils of meaning

poetry is magical thinking

poetry is the vise that cleaves

the cork from my throat

poetry is dried blood on the old wound

poetry is passage

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