The creator

“untitled” by Abigail Geyer

The creator

Poetry is a question with no solution 

and unlimited answers

Water that forms based on the cup

And the world viewed from different colored eyes

Poetry is never complete

Poetry is the clay that is molded through years

And countless times

taste buds on the tongue that is decided from birth

And changed through age

Poetry is ever changing

Poetry is the great cities of the past that turned to ruin

And interpreted through a meager brick

Words that leap out of a page

And continue until forgotten

Poetry does not have a creator

It has many

The writer, the reader, and the person