Floetry
What is art? It can be so many things, from a song, to a dance. The painting hanging in a museum, or your baby’s first smile caught on film. It can be a piece sculpted by Neil Barker, or it can be the first pottery project done at preschool and cherished always. From the cologne a perfumer makes to the pastries a chef bakes, they are all forms of art. To me “POETRY” embodies all that art should be. It is the essence of words that flow forth freely to land on paper or linger on lips. Poetry is able to capture life at its best and worst. Words are able to paint a picture as vivid as any photograph and as haunting as any world renowned painting. Just as the ocean, poetry has ebb and flow that is as constant as it is volatile. The flow of poetry is soothing and relaxing, quite reminiscent of the sound of the ocean with its supposed healing qualities. In its most basic forms poetry is able to inspire emotion to a degree that will overwhelm a person. The mere whisper of a word leaves you breathless with anticipation for the next syllable. It calls forth forgotten emotions, from the tears of pain to the tears and sobs accompanied by heartbreaking joy. It is artistic in the way that words are able to paint pictures in
This poem was the outpouring of love that I had for an individual. I bared my heart and soul for all to see, and I opened my self up for the criticisms that I would have to endure. It is very despairing to feel as if no one is able to understand your art, or appreciate the toil and turmoil that you had to put forth to create such a labor of love. Poetry for me is very personal, but I have come to realize that it is also able to sooth others who feel as if they are the only one who has ever felt a certain way. They are able to read a poem and recognize that someone else was able to put into words the feelings that are consuming them. Are you able to see what I painted? It is very mystical and moving, with muted colors and blurred edges. One color flows and blends with another to form perfect symmetry. Do you see the lines and curves of my words and thoughts? They have created a world beyond reproach, where all is as it should be. Do you feel the depth of my emotions? As my heart beats erratically and my breath quickens with the mere thought of her. Are you able to distinguish the flow of my poetry? This is why I call it FLOETRY. I’ve taken my paintbrush, my canvas, and my palette of words and with sure and swift strokes I have painted all that I hold dear. Can you see it? She is today, at dawn, tonight, when the stars come out, and
Some topics in this essay:
Neil Barker,
Langston Hughes,
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FLOETRY I’ve,
Shel Silverstein,
paint sky,
words able paint,
“who she”,
pen paper,
feel able,
poetry able,
able paint,
words able,
flow poetry,
able understand,
read poetry,
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Approximate Word count = 1325
Approximate Pages = 5 (250 words per page double spaced)
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