Ars poetica

Strip it down
make no sound
touch the truth
feel its fruit

Here brevity
retorts on humanity
with sobering clarity
and bittersweet gravity

Telling terse truths
of our bare beings

Here speaking skies
and its lent hand and eyes
make the Moon walk
and its tides talk

They preserve love
or touch a nerve
and rumble revolutions

Telling terse truths
of our bare beings

This is the terse verse
sparing in words
but not inwards.

Notes: This poem is an ode to poetry itself. It’s written for the Day 26 prompt of the Global Poetry Writing Month: “Ars poetica”, a Latin phrase meaning the “art of poetry”.

A friend recently asked me, “where does your love for poetry come from?” Here’s the answer: My desire for poetry stems from the desire to express fundamental emotional states that life makes you go through, and the desire to capture observations & experiences of the human condition and our very beings.