There is poetry that spills out of you
like curse words when you stub your toe on the leg of the bed.
There is poetry that is written slowly,
methodically, over years, as you grow and learn and age and it will be perfect then.
There is poetry that must be put off
because there is pizza dough to be made
and laughing.
There are many kinds of poetry.
I LOVE this poem! How poetry evolves and how it gets left behind when there are other things to do and how it evokes emotions, while being emotion, itself! Thank you for making me smile with the pizza line! There certainly are ‘many kinds of poetry’…