What is Poetry? - Part 2Poetry is the forsaken cry, the loneliest voices with the loudest minds,captured in ink, blighted by drink, or bolstered,emboldened with the bravado to think big,to sing on a page,to rage against the silence of daysspent drifting through the passive malaise,the love of something and not for how it pays.Poetry is the air up there, despair in the mind of a scribeat not being able to fly, so it isthe flight of birds described by those who live in unknownsto those who dream of being free.Poetry is anything between a sucker punch or a long lunch,a coupe de grace or a warm embrace.It's the lines of life in a face,the wrinkled space betweennever and eternity.