The Gift
Could it be the angelic tones that echo from the pit of her larynx?
Or the way the paint brush seems to travel about the canvass
Awaiting its destination
Is it the skill of discernment?
Showering words of wisdom
Embedded with aspiration and power
Could it simply be to say a pleasant word?
Uplifting a lost soul that had been swallowed by the mouth of deceit
Perhaps it’s the ability to listen
While a fellow friend or loved one vents about the hurt buried within
Take note that I have made not a single notion to harp on materialistic gifts
Creativity cannot be bought
For it comes ideally from above
By Shannon Hogan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awaiting its destination Is it the skill of discernment? Showering words of wisdom Embedded with aspiration and power Could it simply be to say a pleasant word? ............eloquence flows by introspection, yet ingenious too,10+++, thanks for sharing