This poem thinks #Poetry,
Thinks about #Poetry . . .
Thinks about WHAT is #Poetry,
And also wonders if it has many meanings and many branches, maybe it's a Wonder #Tree . . .
I don't know if all Poets think like this or is it just #Me?
I thought of not complicating it, I thought of letting it #Be . . .
But the Newton inside me didn't stop and wondered about the Poetic Apple that fell from that Wonder #Tree,
Now that my Mind entered this World, I set it #Free . . .
I have always heard and even written about Philosophy and Life and Philosophy of #Life,
And there are so many poets who write about their Breakup, their Love, Their #Wife . . .
But does poetry only associate with a limited number of #Things,
Or can it fly anywhere it wants to? Maybe it doesn't just have legs, also has #Wings?
Maybe just wondering about this Magical artform can also become this #Artform,
I mean, isn't it fascinating? I'm sure you're getting #Drawn . . .
I'm saying... as I think about #Poetry,
I'm writing a #Poetry . . .!
And as I pen this #Poetry,
You are also wondering about that Marvel #Tree . . .
Maybe it's more than a single branch, maybe it's actually a #Tree,
It could be a Blessing or just a Skill, but it often makes Me into a #We . . .
This poem deeply thinks about #Poetry,
Think about WHAT is #Poetry...

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