A Poem Is Not Just Words - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
Just serving some word salad
Tossed and mixed with olive oil
Not much to say, from the mind's toil?
Just in the game of word play
Uncaring, numb or indifferent
To depth, where nothing's ever meant?
Just paint vague, random lines
Splash forth whatever comes to mind
Call them 'poems' - no thoughts confined?
Must write of life, of love and beauty!
Paint with words that soar the sky
Set images alive to feast the eye!
Like roads we take, we reach
A point, a yearned-for destination
A poem indeed takes us there - it's our passion!
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