April, I hear, is National Poetry Month. So here’s a Danielle E. Shipley original. Enjoy!
I strew the words across the page
– in rage – in grief – in rapture
– in mimicry of what the poets do –
When is a thing a story,
and when a song,
and when nothing more than black noise
in the vast, white reaches of space?
Here: Haiku and sonnets,
There: Novels and essays,
With free-form musings, both and between.
Where do you sketch the line?
HERE LIES THE DIFFERENCE
as near as I can tell:
That which we call poetry
is but a work of art that has been
broken just so.
So I strew my words across the page
Am I a poem yet?
Enjoyed what I wrote? There’s loads more where that came from! Browse the DEShipley catalogue, why dontcha – including my latest release, “The Marriage of Allyn-a-Dale (The Outlaws of Avalon, Book 2)”. Already read it? I’d greatly appreciate your review!