Poetry

What are lovely words put on paper, when thoughts and feelings bring so much more color to our lives? Emotions and dreams are so vibrant, and bring so much energy to us. These poetic attempts we have to illustrate our perception are but black and white symbols of truth. We experience differently, and when we do experience we are filled with life. There is born a longing to share or to explain. With the skeletal efforts to express ourselves, we may only be able to let others grasp a whisper of understanding. For we all feel, smell, see, hear, love, hate differently. It is because we do all these things and with such magnitude, that we must find an outlet before becoming overwhelmed. There will be absolute confusion to those with no similar experience and still misunderstanding to others of some degree. But if those who listen know acceptance and have a willingness to accept us for being an individual, comprehension will blossom more abundantly. Thus we are able to share the beauty of the poetry of living.