Pure poetry

Poetry is the spells one casts out into the world
Like nets threaded with rhyme and metaphor,
Poetry as a net often comes back empty
but always soaked in the saltwater that is consciousness

Poetry is a fix for the lovelorn, the infatuated, the passionate
And instead of giving side effects comforts and stabilizes
the afflicted.
Poetry is the ultimate expression the Breathing apparatus for a writer
The hearing aid for the emotionally devoid.

It is the nucleus of spiritual thinking and winds up like a tornado
accelerating with the poet´s tide of words.
It can alleviate the weight and thorns of daily living and for the poet
it is surely medicine to be taken a daily basis.

It is the key to language and tampers with the perception of words
Until puns and euphemisms destruct.
It is a sure method of awakening a sometimes braindead world to
the wonder and magic that still exists in the essence of life
and the earth.

It is even to the contrary of the latter a cynical syringe to warn
or tarry the optimistic career obsessed that their shrine should not
be their office or their profession, that work is for living
but is not the meaning of life.

For poetry is the meaning of life, do we not debate daily about the contraversial issues in the world to today, the polemic disasters! The unnecessary wars.
The value of religion and it´s granny step into the abyss of fundamentalism and extremism that has helped decimate populations fueled wars and divided good people whose destiny would have been so much greater.

As the meaning of life is not found in one sentence nor one paragraph it is a constant dig into the side of a mountain extracting the mineral essence and getting one step closer to some general idea of what the meaning of life until now has been about.
Can describing a windswept wheat field be the meaning of life, ofcourse it´s a great visual for farm life, it´s not the meaning of life it is however an arrow toward what the meaning of life could mean.

Is poetry more valuable than people care to admit. Some poems are insightful and
totally overwhelming in sense and vision, those same poems can be read tomorrow and have the same effect. Some poems are waning and although elegant lose their greatness over time. Poet´s are the modern day wizards, not weilding a wand but words and having their way with others minds sometimes unbeknownst.