I have been reading
a variety of verses
called poetry.
There are many different forms,
and many different views
on what are called
poems.
Some are light and airy.
Some are heavy;
pulling
you
down.
Some are visceral,
gritty imaginings
of someone’s real,
and sometimes
unreal,
themes.
We are voyeurs of creation
peeking into an abyss
of dark and light
swirled onto paper
for a show.
Do we dare to object?
or imagine that we know
better than another
what is real?
or good?
or evil?
Yes.
for we are each
Creators;
borrowing from what is already,
and creating anew
another field,
another place,
another existence.
My Thanks to edalaneyphotography for the image of” Evil Spider” via Flickr
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