Introduction To Poetry

In the apprehension of beauty,
poetry may fall
As the shaping and modifying powers bleed,
I bear my soul.
A poets words may freeze,
In the apprehension of beauty,
Detachment from the personal life,
it cannot be serious;
it sees to far, to dark,
too solemnly, too earnestly,
ever to smile.
With the heightened consciousness of,
a common spiritual life with nature.
The apprehension of beauty is just unnecessarily cruel,
Genuine poetic impulse my spring into existence through,
the love and knowledge of art.
Not the apprehension of beauty.

-HumanInATree