All poems hold a meaning
But some aren't meant to be understood
They are meant to be felt:
The words woven into strands
Carefully crafted into stanzas
Twisting with patterned rhymes
And twinning with numbered syllables.
The painstakingly crafted metaphors Hidden beneath the cryptic code of literarity Are not always meant to be interpreted
The cautiously structured haikus Not to be unravelled But to be left in their clothing of complexity
To feel the emotions invoked through the words
As raw and unrefined
As the letters of life inked on the parchment of our souls
Sometimes true beauty lies not solely in the meaning
But the feeling
For the things man cannot fully know
Are those which they are most drawn to
Why do you think
Some of the best poems
are the ones
Which no one understands?
YOU ARE READING
THE RAMBLINGS OF THE MIND
Poetry'heedlessly I ramble, through the nerved pathways of the mind - lost in sparked infinities, where lies cannot hide'
