Streams that flow in ink and out
Rampant emotions to wilt yet sprout
The ode to being the root for change
In a world buried, so deadly estrange.
In every thought a revolution strikes
Blossoms of love, peace and earnest likes
Hideous thoughts to wear a subtle skin
In triumph, with words of her kin.
For the great spoke, the mighty wrote
Words through which, lines did rule
Skies did descend, the terra did float
As visions grew wings; the pen: the tool.
The blue turned green, the green to white
The reason beyond all naked sight
To be born so strong, to change and see
To shun the wrong; to be and Let Be…
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On World Poetry Day,
March 21 2012
Absolutely awesome! Beautiful rendition of words to utmost justice. An insightful portrayal of the essence of poetry and the intricacies of the poet's art, nicely penned in good rhyme scheme with conviction. Thanks for sharing Rosmin.
nice contributions on the poetry day Skies did descend, the terra did float As visions grew wings; the pen: the tool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For the great spoke, the mighty wrote Words through which, lines did rule Skies did descend, the terra did float As visions grew wings; the pen: the tool.....yes the pen is the tool.... it was the tool, it is evennow the tool..... [you have brought in the power of the word and writing in this poem in a subtle but clear way. thank you dear poetess. tony