poetry
is music
in words.

you can
see it.
a flowing
sentence
of notes.
a thick, old
and yellowed
page of music.
colorful
notes and words
in the air
slipping off
the tongue.

you can
hear it.
harmonic chords
of words
in the stanza
of a song.
the iambic,
steady, bass
beat of
pentameter.

you can
taste it.
sweet, sweet
music of words
coming out
the speakers
of your throat.

you can smell it.
fresh ink
on a new
page waiting
for an
orchestra
of vowels
and consonants
to be composed.

you can
touch it.
a special
grasp onto
a loved instrument
and the grip of
a pen.




Poetry is a soft blue.
It smells like running ink.
It tastes like sweet vowels.
It sounds like a chord.
It feels like inspiration and excitement.
It looks like columns of sentences.
Poetry is music in words.