The Mind Can Be Trained To Relieve

Until Recently, I Thought 'occasional Poetry' Meant That You Wrote Only Occasionally.

I See All Of Us Reading Ourselves Away From Ourselves, Straining In Circles Of Light To Find More Light Until The Line Of Words Becomes A Trail Of Crumbs That We Follow Across A Page Of Fresh Snow.

And Strangely Enoughthe Only Emotion I Ever Feel, Is What The Beaver Must Feel, As He Bears Each Stick To His Hidden Construction, Which Creates The Tranquil Pond And Gives The Mallards Somewhere To Paddle, And The Pair Of Swans A Place To Conceal Their Young

I Can Hear The Library Humming In The Night, A Choir Of Authors Murmuring Inside Their Books Along The Unlit, Alphabetical Shelves, Giovanni Pontano Next To Pope, Dumas Next To His Son, Each One Stitched Into His Own Private Coat, Together Forming A Low, Gigantic Chord Of Language.

You'll Find I-poetry, You'll Find That You Can Download Poetry, That You Can Stuff Your I-pod With Recorded Poetry. So Just To Answer The Question That Way, I Think That Poetry Is Gonna Catch Up With That Technology Quite Soon.