Poetry is a graceful motion
Flowing fluid as a song
Words turbulent as a storm
Or inspiring as the dawn.
It is a private impression
Of a mental image drawn
Shining for the moment
And captured before it’s gone.
Poetry is a powerful force
Held together by words
Too loud to be silent
Crying out to be heard.
Under a shawl of solitude
Poets with pen in hand
Compose lines late at night
Hoping someone will understand.
Your favor I do not seek
The reason is only mine
From the fruit of my spirit
Created by my own design.
Your love I do not plead
It simply says I am
For poets are beyond a love
Anyone would understand.
It can be a sorrowful tune
Others may have sung.
Yet it can please and delight
Both the old and the young.
Poetry is a message from
The whirlpools in life’s streams
Needing to calm the mind
Of experiences and dreams.
© Carol Barton
2004
Do not use this poem without Carol's permission,
Thank you, Shy
Psalm 8: 1
O LORD, our Lord, how excellent is thy
name in all the earth! who has set Thy
glory above the heavens. |
