When it's real
When it's tangible
When the words are woven on the page
not written
When it's painted
And displayed
Using images I can see
and not just written
When it's music
When it's sung
With clear tones ringing in my ears
not read
When it's unspoken
Yet provoking
Visceral and unanalyzed
not just read aloud
Then, and only then do I love poetry
- Rebekah Knapke
Thursday, February 14, 2008
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