What Is Poetry?

Poem By Tom Szymecko

- the juiciest center of a rare fruit,
luscious, sweet, enjoyable.

- the pinch cool wind of a winter sled ride,
snazzy, minty, life-fresh.

- the pent-up nerves of an uptight night - released,
refreshed, alarm ringing, singing.

- the perfect timing of a perfect joke,
friendly, fun, pertinent, passionate.

- the once seen look at an attic room,
ancient, ancestral, rich, wondrous.

- a summer starred night alone,
sparkling, private, infinite togetherness.

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