Poetry is the language of lovers
who see life richly
Nothing is small
nothing is slight
From the sunniest day
to the darkest night
Emotions stir
from the depths
of their souls
Exposing to the world
how deep our existence
Stopping the special
and holding it in the air
Sending it out for
everyone to share
It is an art
not always appreciated
nor understood
But those who catch
it's beauty
Are richer indeed
By Lynn Hahn
Yes we are Tom...with our emotions on our sleeve.
Well said Lynn - We are poets and we know it. T?
and Cabernet Sauvignon of course!
Too funny Graham! Cutting edge for you?
Haha! personally I've never self-harmed but I'm coming around to consider writing poetry to be the closest thing to it!
Thanks Colin. I think poets are a special breed.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Wed 9th Aug 2017 08:03
indeed Lynn - very well put. Thanks. Col.
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<Deleted User> (16099)
Mon 21st Aug 2017 00:53
I am fortunate to see and feel the poet within you and you I
great write..