What is Poetry? - part 3Poetry doesn't necessarily rhyme,it just climbs out of the mind,out of a recess in time,obsessed with successand blind to the cold shoulder it usually finds.It's a mess, it's sublime,it's a knife as a prize,it is life in the eyes,it is death, of a kind,it's leaving something behind,it's caressing the pastand the future that lies,dormant though broodingahead.Who says poetry is dead?