Just Poetry...Period Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello
Just Poetry...Period
Poetry is setting yourself free
To pour out like vintage wine
The myriad thoughts that you see
And cup them in words and lines
To be drank in sheer revelry
Poetry turns you into a painter
Imagined scenes in the mind arrayed
Distant lands, places you remember
Colors of life so abundantly laid
The joy, and tears, or love's dying ember.
Friday, March 2, 2012
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4/23/2024 10:57:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah! Yes, Cynthia, poetry is like a personal indulgence. A wine to be savoured just fro the moentary pleasure it brings.