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What is poetry to the artistically challenged? Words and rhymes on a page, set to a metre obliquely defined. Those with empty plates need not the epiphanic call. Those with shuttered eyes feel just as strongly or not at all. But poetry doesn’t qualify with definitions. It drives from wordsworth’s […]


We stand near a window, always looking down Watching all the minnows, their schools flitting around We laugh, we cry, living this of all our lies Capering on point, where, life seems meaningless Without understanding, reflections shine darkly- Upon, those who would view others from up high