Poetry of Two Kinds

Poetry is of two kinds.
Its like there is a essence of poem in feeling..and then there is perfume of words
these two are different..even though they both have the fragrance and come from love.
one is formless and the other has form..
the essence does not have a form..it is like spirit..or air..
we can feel its presence inside us and in the world around us..
but we can not touch it or smell it..we just have to know it in our heart..and trust it so.

The perfume of words..speak for itself..it has appearence..form, colour & taste.
Words have their own meaning and shape..
They have roots and branches..and they bear fruits of recognition or despair.

The feeling poem though never goes stale..or out of want..
It lives in us..in the deapths of who we are.

The expression we use to descibe ourselves..
is the expression of our feeling poem..
It can be an expression of Love..or that of hatread or pain..
we can never wrong in rhythm when reciting the feeling poem..unlike the poem of words
and can do no wrong..cause there is not right or wrong in feeling poem..
This poem does not have to be loved or even liked by others..or even ourselves..
It stays True and alive..even if its hated..or is disliked..
like the heavenly Father who loves us despite our outcry.

There is a Poem inside each of us..Even if we write it or not..
Its the Poem of Spirit or Divine.

Having felt a Poem of feeling gives such an joy..which none writer can experience with his word..