A Poem Is Not Just Words Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Am I
Just serving some word salad
Tossed and mixed with olive oil
Not much to say, from the mind's toil?

Am I
Just in the game of word play
Uncaring, numb or indifferent
To depth, where nothing's ever meant?

Do I
Just paint vague, random lines
Splash forth whatever comes to mind
Call them 'poems' - no thoughts confined?

But I
Must write of life, of love and beauty!
Paint with words that soar the sky
Set images alive to feast the eye!

In truth
Like roads we take, we reach
A point, a yearned-for destination
A poem indeed takes us there - it's our passion!

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~01.21.15