Poetry is Life Waiting to be Born
Poetry, ah yes, the word portraitthat hangs in our minds
waiting to be created on paper
thoughts and ideas expand into
pictures of far away places
with ideas used to color
and experiences like embroidery thread
move up and down through the brain
making tapestries of memories and more.
Poetry is the manipulation of the artist brush
twisting and flowing to create images that
appear without a sketch. It holds us and we
hold it, in our thoughts and feelings to be
washed upon the canvass of paper.
Any paper will do: a napkin, a receipt, a scrap
out of the recycle bin.
Poetry has to be. It cannot be contained
It is a song waiting to be sung
It is a sunrise waiting for dawn
and a sunset falling to sleep at dusk.
Poets are the artists of words. The molders
of images, and emotions, and crescendos
It is the orchestra with all the strings and brass and drums.
Poetry is life waiting to be born.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2014-05-27 at 19:04
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