A Gift of Life and Love
Some say poetry is a dying art
Headed toward the dustbins of the latter,
Whereas I see it as an arrow flying
Towards ideas and thoughts that matter.
As photographs and videos
At the speed of light these days
Have become our culture’s medium
In how we think and what we say.
Our attention spans have disappeared
With our faces in our phones
Connecting us with the world at large
While leaving us more alone.
Except for we who love poetry:
Making sense of who we are.
For poetry gives symmetry
And points us to the stars.
Internally and externally
Both spiritually and above,
For reading and writing poetry
Is a gift of life and love.
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