Of Exploding Poetic Purpose
Of Exploding Poetic Purpose
Capped festering words exploded—
spilling out over my mind—screaming
and streaming thru the forest of memory;
They say that silence is golden
but the voice of the inked word
is priceless—beyond assessment.
The gift of scribing the word
is the greatest gift of purpose—
from time immemorial
it is inked—the word is God’s
gift to his healing helpers;
For those of us who do…
let us continue to heal the world
with imaging messages…radiating
from the melodic word play
of the light of truth—exploding
from the rhythmic craters
of the pregnant poetic wombs
of minds, God has given us…
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2019
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