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.