What It Is And What It Ain'T Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Poetry
is
Catharsis.

A privilege.

It's not necessarily a
Jackson Pollock
sling fest.

It's a craft.

It
DOES matter
how
Words
are spelled
&
where
Commas
come and go.

It's not some arrogantly thrown
Noise
against the wall.

It's using others' ideas to help you through.

It's always,
All ways streaming,
All the time.

It's young poetesses striving for
Reality through dreams.

It's going to Lonely, Colorado &
extending
Your hand.

It's writing backwards because it merely
reflects the
Beginning.

It's
REAL TIME.

It's a
DREAM MACHINE.

It's

GOD.