Inclination

One’s throat must be like a garden

And one’s eyes like windows

through which love passes;

And one’s stature

Must be like a tree

that rises out of rocks;

And poetry must be like a singing bird,

Perching on the highest branch of a tree,

Breaking the heavy silence of the world.

(C) Hamid Reza Rahimi

If the poet’s throat is like a garden, what is your throat like? Write a poem that describes your body in term of nature’s images.
What is poetry to you? Journal your thoughts.
What is the silence that needs to be broken? Journal your thoughts or write a poem about that particular silence.

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