World Of Poetry Poem by Sandra Feldman
World Of Poetry
I like to say things,
No one says,
Point out the Winds,
That Life flies best,
But also speak of things that hurt,
Try to correct them, clean the dirt.
I like to write imagination,
Maybe provoke some new sensation
For all the things there are to see,
In this strange World of Poetry.
The possibilities are endless. Between the various forms, styles and personalities, poetry is a world unto itself
Yes, a very different world that helps us cope, a little, with all the tragic sadness that people can be put up against And, I think, that still gives us hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Point out the Winds, That Life flies best, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Your use of brevity is stunning! Life flying Winds like the winds are kites. That's a great image in so few words. clean the dirt.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -There you go again, using words in ways nobody thought of using them before.
Who would not love words like these? Even though I know, I am no wiz.