Enough of the random thoughts or gist
Sparkle the diamonds of true imagery!
Poets alive, not shadows lost in the mist
Of a sinking depression or dead poetry!
For the radiance of a poet's heart
Shines forth unbound by the lines
Of bleak wearied darkness that impart
Such turbulence upon the mind.
Beacons of life like piercing rays
Shatter the grays into nothingness,
Spreading its songs of vibrant days
In words like music's soothing caress!
On the page is the canvas thirsty for joy
Ready to drink the colors and dance!
With the rhythm and rhyme one can enjoy
Gems of this art with a pithy substance!
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~10.02.14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem