poetry is merely the human hymn, <br />and so the divine hymn. what <br />we see and feel... touch, taste, <br />and smell, and what we dont know, <br />and cant understand. each living <br />being is a universe in itself, and <br />each is just a splotch of a patchwork <br />quilt. when one being exhales, another <br />inhales... the earth turns, night comes <br />to relieve the day, morning comes to <br />fulfill night... such is the rhythm of <br />life, the beat of the hymn. poetry is <br />meant to be the bridge that connects, <br />it need be nothing more! if we truly <br />live we are the poem made flesh... <br />enough, and enough!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poetic-experience-part-two/
