'What Is The Point Of Poetry? ' Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Art in words that paint images in the mind
Soothes the source and those that it may find,

An honest work of heart, its ink flows from life's bottle
Lines woven from the pain, the joy, and the struggle.

As it is read, that unseen bond connects
Because a poem can touch one more that we expect,

And there in touching it moves all of our being
Mind, heart, and soul in harmony uniting.

Such feat if done by these mere words we sow
Perhaps we've found the way to peace, yet we still don't know.