Ink Stains Cadence of Words
Ink stains and fragmented thoughts
fuse upon lined pages,
a dance of fleeting emotions
and raw revelations.
A symphony of words whispered to the wind,
painting vivid images of love, pain, and resilience.
Poetry, the heartbeat of our souls,
encapsulating the essence of humanity
in every stanza,
a timeless echo of our deepest truths.
For in the cadence of words, we find solace,
we find meaning, we find ourselves.
In the cadence of words, a symphony is heard
Rhythms rising and falling,
like a soaring bird
Each syllable a note, each pause a rest
Weaving together a tapestry, of emotions expressed
In the spoken word, an art form revealed
A dance of language, where truth is sealed.
In the rhythm of life, we find our solace,
In the cadence of words, our hearts embrace.
Each syllable a beat, each phrase a dance,
In the poetry of language, we find our expanse.
So let the words flow freely, with grace and might,
For in their music lies our truest delight.
In the heartbeat of verse and the rhythm of rhyme,
poetry whispers secrets that transcend time.
A language of emotions, woven in lines,
where metaphors dance and imagery shines.
From the depths of the soul, it emerges like a storm,
echoing the human experience in every form.
So let us heed its call, let it paint our reality,
for in the language of poetry, we find our true clarity.
Copyright © Christen Foster | Year Posted 2024
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