this is not a poem..

my scribbles and incandescent thoughts are not poetry...big words on a page is not poetry, quoting shakespeare verbatim or resciting yeats on a loudspeaker , dude ...thats not poetry, the final realisation of the presence of a malevelont force that causes a feeling so strong inside you, that your very existence and being is shaken..that is poetry..a thought that inspires you to great action , that is poetry, a child holding dearly onto a balloon only to let it go and watch it drift away...that is poetry..it is the last breath after a kiss, it is the first light of the morning sun, it is the shells on a beach, wet with endless madness...that is my poetry..