Poetry stills me
When my mind is
busy with daytime things
Poetry fills me
When my mind is
vacant at days end
Poetry hears me
When I write
words with meaning
Poetry moves me,
When I want to progress
with rhythm
Poetry touches me
When I want to
feel beauty
Poetry sees me
As a raindrop
sees a flower.
“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.”
~ Carl Sandburg
No comments:
Post a Comment