Poetry is not a piece of dead wood
with black ink put in patterns imprinted on the surface.
It is not a contest to see who is sappier, more passionate,
has more knowledge of difficult words,
not a gray metal table, organized, industrial, empty.
It is a cry,
For strange adventures.
Poetry is a thought with evidence,
A memory to look back on, to reflect.
If it has bad word stuff,
Regardless whether that which encompasses decorous denominations of grapheme,
Or simply a
Poetry is the thought,
Not the paper.
Wonder by R.J. Palacio
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