How Poetry Began
That thing that we call poetry -
when asked where it began,
I’d say it started beautifully
before the dawn of man!
It glistened on the oceans
before man came to be.
It blossomed on the grassy cliffs
that met the first great sea.
It glittered in the moon and stars
and beamed on earth below
in meadows where bright flowers danced
and on the pristine snow.
It sparkled on the lakes and streams,
and when man came along,
he took sweet words that flowed to him
and turned them into song.
This was how it always was
before we knew of time.
The poet who begot us all
made it to be sublime.
Poetry has now evolved,
and as with many things,
there are many kinds. . . but I
still like it when it sings!
Date posted: 9/13/14
One of my personal favorites for its message and representation of my overall style, this is the second most popular of my poems that are member favorites. Of my hundreds of poems, it's also third most-viewed. It got 1st place in a few standard contests, but I'd like to see it with a Premiere contest trophy win!!!
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