What is a poetry?
Is it a tree full of poets?
Not sure, but I know it's 
Gotta be more than that 
More proverbially fat
With some literary girth
Apt to give birth
To words and birds and
Herds of ideas
That run across a page
Perhaps even a stage
To make people do things
To act and be things
Make someone feel things
When one moves and sings
Based on abstract concepts 
Strung together 
Haphazard as ever 
For the purposes of

Wills unknown 
Or yet to be shown 
I'll never be sure
What it's all for 
But I'll still do it
Contribute to it
Put words on a page
For no wage
I feel it can't be a job
Such that it would rob
The task of its meaning 
And its aim-less leaning 
Because the aim should be less
Than clear at best
To allow that ambiguity 
That precedes true ingenuity