Poetic Art
The breath of life, in a poem,
comes with the first stroke of your pen.
Your heart and soul poured into it,
ink, the blood that flows within.
Imagery, becomes sinuous,
entwined with rhythm flowing.
Singing amongst your memories,
your emotions, overflowing.
Taking form, molded by your hand,
into an image on the page.
With depth of vision, to be shared,
spotlighted on the stage.
To be spoken and proudly shown,
or kept for your own collection.
Individual, unique art,
ones own personal reflection.
For Linda Marie
Contest: Poetry Panorama
Placement: 4th
***On a side note.
Read just the top line of each couplet,
from top to bottom.
Then read just the bottom line of each couplet,
from to to bottom.
There are three different poems within this verse.
Funny how that worked out.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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