What's the use of poetry?
What is the point of rhyme?
Will it put food on the table?
Or just be a waste of time?
Oh, can't you see its beauty
Your thoughts are given voice
Images colour your mind
Words dance and you can rejoice
Each line transmits a message
A scene before your eyes
Takes you to another place
Full of wonder or sad sighs
A place to express your thoughts
A way to show you care
To tell of love or sorrow
Or save lives of wolves or bears
You can laugh or you can cry
With people in the world
Talk of life in your own home
With loved one happily curled
I can weep with your sorrow
At plight of other folk
Saving forests or of whales
It's sure time the world awoke
You can talk about yourself
Hidden in such strange rhyme
That others will discover
When your own clock sings out time
I write because I love life
And smile at everyone
The world gives such great ideas
Fuel 'til all our days are done
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This is so very true. Poetry is definitely a food to our mind :)
ReplyDelete"Takes you to another place" ... That's it, right there --- the point.
ReplyDelete"I write because I love life"--your poems and the catalog of types of poetry you celebrate here show that 100%
ReplyDeleteYour poem reinforces my belief that poetry is somehow (and I'm at a loss to explain how) the salvation of the world...especially in these dark and troublesome times.
ReplyDeleteWe are so fortunate to be able to express all the emotions you mentioned in verse. Enjoyed your poem very much.
ReplyDeleteNicely done, oldegg. Certainly one of my favorites of yours'.
ReplyDeleteOne of me favourites of yours, too. We write to wake people up, and to love life. So true.
ReplyDelete"I can weep with your sorrow
ReplyDeleteAt plight of other folk
Saving forests or of whales
It's sure time the world awoke"
my favourite stanza
A creative midweek to you Robin
much love...
Bravo, Robin! I especially enjoyed:
ReplyDelete'Oh, can't you see its beauty
Your thoughts are given voice
Images colour your mind
Words dance and you can rejoice
Each line transmits a message
A scene before your eyes
Takes you to another place
Full of wonder or sad sighs'.
Poetry is, the tool that we use to express a part of ourselves, which we struggle, in daily life. For myself, poetry is a way to release the suppressed memories and feelings, in a safe and constructive way, without harming anyone, like myself, by doing so.
ReplyDeleteContinue Robin, in loving life, with your poetry.
You describe the utter necessity of poetry...as a feast for the heart and soul! Beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful poem. We write because we love life, because we share happiness and sorrow, we save the worold. Yes indeed. It is so very true/
ReplyDeleteYou can talk about yourself
ReplyDeleteHidden in such strange rhyme
That others will discover
When your own clock sings out time
I love this stanza - and the whole poem, actually; it speaks of the so many ways poems "are" ... of how life composes them and we in turn, compose life, through poems (and living of course) .... and it's one wild crazy dance, of sorrow, beauty, incredible joy and pleasure, and horrific pain. All wrapped in words. Words waiting in the wings and for the hands to sit and still the heart and let the music begin.
Lovely poem Robin :)
I love the reasons you write, the love of life, the passion and conviction, beautiful
ReplyDeleteLove the way this threads the things you can give with those you receive--excellent reasons all :)
ReplyDeleteI write because I love life
ReplyDeleteAnd smile at everyone
The world gives such great ideas
Fuel 'til all our days are done
Poems are such an inspiration!
Hank