The Poem’s the Thing

A poem's a moment, a vision, a breath
the time when a fledgling flies from the nest;
a dollhouse, a snowglobe, a miniature world -
a tiny taste of life, mapped and unfurled;
a round rock, a feather, the shape of a cloud -
the silence, the stillness, a sad sorrow's shroud.
Pine trees and crystals, the sky's shade of blue:
reasons to love life and live it anew
a sunset, a good friend, the feel of an hour
how the light falls on a favorite flower
a quick glimpse, a window, an open door
oases before life picks up once more.
Essays and memoirs are just fine for knowing;
but poetry, now - a poem's for showing.

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