Here's a poem about poetry for National Poetry Day.
WHITE SOIL, BLACK SEED
White soil, black seed, I sow in lines,
an alphabet of words in rows:
stark characters that germinate
as, slowly, boldly, I compose
a field of verses, two or three,
approximating poetry.
Reader, a season later, you
will harvest crops that I have sown
then bind in sheaves and subtly add
an indefinable unknown.
Only when poetry is read
is it as nourishing as bread.
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