Luminescence.
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Rhyming.
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Poetry's quite simple.
It doesn't take much.
But, there's one thing
That people do,
As such.
Blissfully, and gracefully,
She moves through the crowd,
Eyes fixed on a sight not worth seeing.
As she moves, the figures around her seem to
unknowingly drift out of her way,
set afloat by an overwhelming beauty
Passing by.
These rhymes and rhythms,
Those catchy mechanisms,
Are not what Poetry's about.
Though, they help you out, easily,
And, you fly through it, breezily,
The rhymes and rhythms are cheats,
No doubt.
It's not the way she fixes her hair,
Or, the way her lip gloss gives off
A sparkle, or two.
No, it's the things that cannot
Be altered, that give her that
Luminescence.
All it takes is an "iddle",
That you throw in the middle.
And, "Hey, Diddle, diddle."
You may think it's impressive.
But, as you get farther through,
And, there's not much left to do,
It's a known fact; it's true
You'll get rather aggressive.
The way her movement lulls all
Commotion around you to a rest.
The way her touch sends a chill
Up your spine.
Or, the way her eyes catch hold
Of yours, and refuse to let go.
Or, maybe, it's the way her smile
Reduces every goodbye to a
Reluctant whisper
That was almost too painful
To utter aloud.
Instead of a fuss,
Skip past the whole lot,
And, conjure up a poem,
That'll end on a dot.
The rhymes are a toy,
They mess up the art.
For poetry to be poetry,
It must come from the heart.
Experiences like these come around
Once, or twice, in a
Lifetime.
So, it's best to appreciate,
Admire, and adore the one
That is your
Luminescence.
