Poetry is
a door open half a crack.
A window ajar
to the wind.
A structure without walls.
Poetry is the tap tap
of a blind against the sill.
An ocean in a shell.
The sound of a distant sea.
Poetry is the slope of words,
off which we take a little leap.
And the shape,
the way they fit into ears,
as a key into a lock.
The way they find a route
via sound to the heart.
And the heart?
The heart is a skylight.
A door opening
to the sound of a knock.
Or walls,
of a structure made possible
with words.
And the heart is a shell
curled
through which flows the
wild wild sea.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
January 2020
I really like this ‘ars poetica’ Ana Lisa. Wonderful.
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Oh thank you, I didn’t know I wrote an ‘ars poetica’. Just loving writing about things I love. Thank you!!
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Oh yes, all those things and more besides! Poetry like yours is a soul treat and so sublime. Simply beautiful. Thank you, Ana Lisa! xo 😊💜
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Joy, thank you for your gracious words. I am touched xx
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Here April is National Poetry Month — what a wonderful way to conclude this month.
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Thank you Maren, I am grateful. I love to write about poetry, like wringing out the essence xx
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