Harold C. Schoessel
Analogy Of Poetry - Poem by Harold C. Schoessel
Thoughts and remarks are just sparks from up higher
That move around and rebound, like echoes of sound,
Ignite then unite little words with a fire of desire
Until they form a chain of wisdom, we try to explain.
It is not I nor you who these wonderful things do,
To be blest with our full rest free from all stress,
Our sleep complete and true, the Mind moves renewed,
With resistance released we find it reaches its crest.
There is a need to know the way your mature pulse goes,
Large to little from our middle and just under our hair,
This intelligence curve flows in and between the nodes,
Verve within Nous is always there, even in unused air.
Then from our conscious prayers to the someone upstairs,
There is kindled these quarks when in song dawn to dark,
Dark to dawn they twinkle along those smart little sparks,
Make no mistake! as we awake and become aware, they flare!
Poetry may not be its best when you hurry, worry or guess,
So use common sense, no less! with which we were blest,
Then all little words in line, balanced and refined
Will rhyme and appear just fine, to the ear and mind.
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