Abstract Computer Art by kenne (2009)
You Have The Code
Poetry—
what is it?
A little of everything,
a lot of nothing,
the something that stirs
when you don’t have words.
It’s feeling, sure,
thoughts, ideas,
wisdom passed down
like hand-me-down shoes.
It’s beauty,
it’s music,
it’s art that breathes
right beside you.
It’s love,
it’s hate,
it’s fear on a Tuesday
& joy on a Friday.
It’s charity,
it’s greed,
it’s the whole messy creed
of being alive.
But still—
some folks claim
they know the secret handshake,
the password,
the code.
Poetry, they say,
belongs in books
with footnotes,
belongs to scholars
& saints.
But listen—
poetry ain’t code.
It’s not locked up,
not fenced in.
If you hear a line
& it sounds like your life,
your mother’s voice,
your lost summer—
that’s the poem.
Right there.
Because you are the code.
You are the key.
And in the end—
there is no wrong step.
Poetry is dancing.
If the beat feels good,
then move.
If the words feel right,
you’re already in it.
— kenne
(A revision of a poem written in 2009.)
