Isam Hussain

(8-12-1938 / Iraq)

In Praise of Poets


Artists display their skills
using material things:
potters, the soft clay mould,
sculptors make the hard stone yield,
painters, colours on canvass spread;
but poets don’t need such things.

Words are their stock and trade,
softer than clay, harsher than stone,
more colourful than a garden in bloom.
Words that softly sway to the sound of rhyme,
or wildly dance to the beat of strong rhythm,
captivating the heart, exciting the imagination.

Poets are real magicians
conjuring up images,
evoking heartfelt emotions,
and without a prop in sight.
What artist can better that?

Submitted: Monday, May 20, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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