A Shout out to our fellow poetess Amanda Gorman, and all poets and poems everwhere in good taste. Blessings.
"Poetry” is a most powerful instrument like a flute that is to be played. Also, it is a pungent possibility like a newly created perfume put on. Yet, free to all, and for all to wear. This is to be adorned, and is one of the most of the highest of solemn calls. Words that are spoken and then engraved, never to be forgotten or ignored. It can reshape the world that is in pieces and so, so torn. A restorative medicine to a life that is very, very worn. An elixir of life and a healer of lives beset by strife. A lifter of our inner thoughts and our buried emotions. A fire-works of explosions raising us up to a newer dimension. A reversal of cacophonies, man-made devastations. Words of pretty portraits and musical orchestras of artistically crafted words: Seamed stitched and woven and fashionably embroidered. Also, made into a mighty steely shining sword.
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