A reflection in honour of National Poetry Day. THE POETRY DANCE POETRY, The contemplation of the matter of the mind, chews on. An inward noise exploding but unseen. Like floating stars mark trails of heaven, big words, right words, hard words are spoken; torn from a restless mind that wanders free. New words are born, called poetry. The pen sits in a hand that wants to write and ears are sharpened to a cutting edge. The meditating heart just sits and waits for flowing words t