ANALYSIS

Celebrate scholars

With their augmented, logical left minds

Who categorized, analyze and label

Everything.

Some catch butterflies and count their

Legs, wings, colors, spots.

Kill them, stretch them and give them names

And numbers.

 Then there are those who scan a poem.

Break it down, investigate it.

Count every foot to its last anapest.

And miss the meaning.

 It is good they can’t catch rainbows

And separate them into sizes and location;

Study how their colors blend and divide,

And put them in zoos.

poetry and photos by Leenie


"A poem should not mean, but be." 
Archibald MacLeish