Poem On Poetry

Word-painting, they say; or painting with words, In charm, it's charmer than most charming birds; Feeling, for many, is its first foundation, Expression, in words, brings affirmation; Sentiment and muse must fondly marry, Verses should flow-grand rhymes and rhythms carry...! Does my work, yet, picture of life portray? Do all colors intertwine, like sun-ray? Do joys evade the scene when pains flourish? Does bliss its jubilant psyche nourish? Do feelings of fear, anger and surprise, Find: it's impossible to compromise...? What's the inner-flow of my florid words? Are they merely beautiful flocks of birds? Flimsy butterflies that flutter around? Cats, rats, geese, cattle and horrible hound? Do beasts of the woods and reptiles well-blend? With their hitting and killing stories end...? Do they paint pictures of human struggle? Or stop just with some selected snuggle...! The deaf, dumb, blind and the lame, who, in calm, Add, to this futile life, tremendous charm...? Young, and old who're, forever, deserted, In my poems, with honor, inserted...? Composing poetry, is not mere fun, A divine mission, with this, is inter-spun; Painting of actual facts should pave way, Toward opening of a small headway; Life without struggles is unfeasible, Dissensions, yet, could be made peaceable...! 26 April 2022 POEM ON POETRY MUSE Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Beata Agustin