there is no poverty in poetry: it is a rich world
of flowers
and magic, of images that imaginations create
a warm sun
the deep blue sea, some mysteries of words
that come
and seemingly carry with them a bountry of meanings
liberation, oblation, jubilation
expression
birds coming out from our mouths
butterflies from our
stomachs
fireworks from our minds
in multicolors
to the darkest skies
of this earth
where can poverty
be
in a world of freedom: to say what you want to say
to think what you want to think
to dream
to imagine
to find meanings where others think there are none?
the secret garden
a path
a gate
a hiding place for all of us who still believe
about life
and aftelife and life after life
temporary deaths
and temporary losses
a jump a leap to the world beyond us
to eternity
we are meant
this i think is poetry and surely
there can never be
poverty
Indeed there is no poverty in poetry; it is filled with all richness. Thanks for sharing. Enjoyed this. 10
Thanks for reminding how rich we are; you didn't just say so, but you proved it by example again and again..because, sometimes even the most blessed in life need a little push..(smile)
a wonderful insight into the meaning and function of poetry, Ariel: a jump a leap to the world beyond us to eternity we are meant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
indeed there is none...and this poem is precious....