This is Not Poetry!

 This is not poetry! It’s not in verse, it’s lines run the width of the page and it is dotted with  periods. See those swaying pines in an ocean, that can never be poetry. It is described in a paragraph. Take a look at that child shivering and holding a golden-brown teddy bear. He’s sitting below an air-raid, broken, yet not a casualty. He waits and waits forever scared but untouched. Poetry would certainly not bother with him. Right? This is outrageous. This is a paragraph, not poetry. What fool would write this and label it as poetry? But poetry is everything that conjures thought. Poetry is a building, embroidered with blue window frames and golden domes. Only to be changed to a cubical block of concrete. And then changed back to a gray castle, complete with gold ornaments and surrounded by cherry blossoms, with the sun’s light glimmering at the castle’s every corner. (There's More...)
That is poetry. For poetry is a heartbeat that never slows, always calling for feeling. What is poetry’s goal
If not to make the heart sing
And satisfy the soul.