One may see poetry as an auction,
Selling its emotions,
Another may see poetry as a rhyme,
A short puzzle to solve at teatime.
I see poetry as a rose,
An aromatic melody I compose.
One may read the words of a poem,
The meaningless monotony becoming one’s boredom,
Another may read and see the imagery,
As nothing else but a fantasy.
I read a poem as an ocean,
Each wave strengthening the meaning of my passion.
One may understand the theme of a poem,
But see it only as a theorem,
Another may see its emotion,
But not understand that it is a form of human communication.
I may not understand poetry, just like I may not understand art,
But I see and understand its emotion as the eyes of a poetic heart...
Nathan Bednarek 2007.