Sure. Life is Poetry.
It's the poetry that tears
every cell of your body
in two.
It holds us under command
like a yoke around our neck,
the whole world our plowing
field.
It is the waterfall of
a great abundance; this
abundance which paralyzes and
drowns us.
It is a romance
so brave and fearless,
a matador and his bull.
Romance and fantasy
create our reality,
a veracity we'd
rather know.
Facts kill romanticism,
and romanticism kills the facts.
Both create life,
both take it away.
Sure. Life is poetry.
-Judi; October 3rd. 2008.
