What is Poetry? Part 1Poetry is the expanse ofthe imagination that lies,dormant though broodinguntil it manifests itself in a bloom.Poetry is a womb,obsessed with itselfbut self-aware enoughto know that it is bound for a tomb.Poetry is a wound,heartache expressed in words,the reaction to how it hurts,feeling how pain works,like peeling back layers of a scab.Poetry is a drab day,suddenly lit by the sun's rays,bursting through gray cloud,and splaying out, proudto have finally beaten the gloomand touching as much as it can.