It Was The Best Day Poem by Sandra Feldman
It Was The Best Day
It was the Best Day,
When Poetry finally broke away,
From static forms and stylography,
Forms that imprisoned, Creativity.
At Last!
Imagination and verse,
Were totally Free,
Becoming spacious,
Flying toward Infinity,
Ready to create with Words,
The many colors of,
Artistic Immortality.
We have the Wings.
Here I see the image of a spirit soaring high into the far horizons, soaring high and still higher! There is no limit to which one can rise in artististic creativity! The buoyancy itself is so exhilarating and thrilling! Sweet poem, Sandra!
Greeting for the day Sandra It will be even better near your approach of mind just look behind lovely nice thank you
Well said Sandra. I personally endorse your view, while appreciating the poem too.
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I love this! So great, so true! Well done!