POETIC INTERLUDE
Melvin D. Banggollay
Poetry as an art of imagery
flashes in one's heart a melody
of an enchanted soul's beauty
awaking passionate mystery.
We may differ in the way we fry
every thoughts our mind cry
yet we end with a noble desire
to convey our passion's fire.
It is like the wind's breeze
whispering like honey bees
radiating scents that amaze
with its words that ablaze.
All have their own unique style
displaying their own file
but all are commonly called
a poets with words to unfold.
Yes, poets are feathers of the same flock but of different kind! Nicely said in a simple poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is that ability to look into things, go beyond the skin and dive deep into the waters and find the pearl that the Oyster preserved for the man who labours hard with his inner strength. Poetry is to suckle milk from the dry teats.