Life-Cherishing Force of Poetry
" Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words after all,
but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as
bread in the pockets of the hungry" - Mary Oliver
In the diaphanous sapphire night,
the drizzling dust of descending moonbeam
adorns the pearl-laced waves of the rolling sea,
spread seamlessly before me beyond the shore,
where I saunter alone in the desolate corridor of mind.
That is where I follow the footsteps of the elusive muse.
The rain-washed sparkling seamless sky
spreads the spectrum of my sensuous dreams,
weaved with the chromatic imagery,
designed by the charismatic rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon that beckons me.
That is where I discover my innate imagination.
In stalled times wafting the miasma of despair,
I turn the dented emotive impulse
into a lyrical storm of creative craving.
On its fantasy wings I fly in the rhapsodic air
to the boundless realm of afflatus.
That is where I feel the life-cherishing force of poetry.
________________
November 27, 2022
Contest : Poetry Is A Life-Cherishing Force Contest
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
