[11.02.01] Is there a true definition for poetry? Can something with such vast forms, various artists, numerous languages, wide-reaching purposes, and endless styles be properly defined? Whose perogative is it to propose a standard definition for something that is unique to each of us? Many of these poems were some years ago, and I have posted just these few. I do not know when or if this collection will ever expand. Do not bother to ask for explanations of these pieces. I like to think of them as abstract, that they paint a different picture for each reader. What they are to me does not matter. What are they to you?
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