Poetry

But poetry has its own voice Sometimes loud and clear Like a lion roaring in the jungle Crying out against injustice Oppression, tyranny and fear, Sometimes quiet and gentle Like a whisper floating in the air A calm voice of comfort In a world of dark despair, Yes, poetry has its own voice Like music or drama Played out on the stage The composition of the soul Reflected on the page. W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2021 28/8/21

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Joanna Daniel

Date: 8/28/2021 1:39:00 AM

Right, I sure do agree with you, W.A.C:)

Panagiota Romios

Date: 8/25/2021 5:28:00 PM

Liked this a lot. poetry need not be about bugs, butterflies and buttercups. How droll and boring. I like it when it goes nose to nose with life...I do mean all of it. Others didisadree. I do not cares! Panagiota

Panagiota Romios
Date: 8/25/2021 5:30:00 PM

PS I meant disagree...Edit button on vacation. ROFLMAO

John Lawless

Date: 8/24/2021 6:16:00 AM

OH, that last couplet.....a grand summation of the art. Nicely done

L Milton Hankins

Date: 8/23/2021 5:24:00 PM

Such a well-done commentary on the craft, W.A. I really enjoyed reading it.