Cynthia BuhainBaello Poems
The Eyes Are Windows
The eyes are windows of the heart
Wherein transparency will show
A myriad feelings to impart
From where in sadness, tears do flow.
The eyes will say contents of heart
The speech two lovers freely speak,
For Silence eloquently starts
Romance in muted communique.
The eyes are windows of all cares,
Display the sad and wearied soul;
Distant looks and empty stares
Reveal a man who is not whole.
His weak attempts to somehow hide
What's clearly felt and seen-
Will showcase all the stuff inside
Deep secrets of where love had ...
What Is Poetry Really?
Writing is a craft that needs skill like carpentry,
Like trying to build a poem using words creatively.
There must be exquisite care in the verbal choice
For just like a house, each part has its own voice.
Writing a poem is more than words put into play,
Tossed here and there, with meanings in disarray.
While anyone can write varied words randomly,
A poet is one who can use them to create imagery.