Hit a Poetry Homer, For What
With joy and jubilation today,
The strong batter smiled and perspired
As he ran the bases, so greatly admired.
A lesson, though, for poets all.
Just write, must each poem be in a contest?
Much each poem be a blatant conquest?
Is there no pure joy in what we do?
I think there is, through and through.
Personally, I find no joy in being better than you.
It’s a grand gift to show a bit of humility.
Not, “ I am so much better than thee!”
“Being the Star on the Poetry Tree.”
Write to embrace another soul!
Poets, hear me, whether young or perchance, old.
You are loved as is, you see, we need not be sold.
Poetry is not a major league sport.
It moves the soul and touches sparkling hearts.
Far, far too many, forget it really is an art.
6-26-2022
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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