A poem exists for one person only: the poet. Without the poet, the poem would not exist; take any other person out of the picture, and it might. To force poetry is to rob freedom; to analyze it is to dissect it. Poetry isn´t merely written, it is concieved. It is up to the poet to nurture it, to feed it, to raise it properly, so that it flows. An awkward poem is a poorly-raised poem; the author of too many such poems a poor parent. Poetry is a gift; always given in different ways; it is up to the poet to cooperate with it, rahter than to fight with it. No two poems are the same; some express thoughts, some feelings, some emotions. All poems are gateways to the soul of the poet; to share poetry is to share the deepest darkest secrets the poet has to offer; a sacrafice, yet a chance to begin anew.
