day nineteen

Philosophy
Poetic words are not simply put,
chosen because they fit the page.
They are carefully carved
from the sands of history and sound,
etched in some egyptian parchment,
or laid out like a vast mosaic
stretching across a museum floor.
There is no glory only in swiftness,
or a careless line scrawled on lined paper,
there is beauty found in rhythm
though it takes one hundred years
to form the meter and rhyme.
Even without boundaries of form,
the lyrics must move and convey
a sense of time, a response of heart,
though unknown and uncategorized
and undefinable, a humanity.