The Art of Poetry

The art of Poetry I often read poetry on the internet because from time to time, someone utterly unknown and might remain so, produces a pearl. Words that resonate like Tibetan bells in my heart, they tell of love and humanity what bind us together and transcend religion, creed and race. And I think if I only once could express this, just once, I would have donated to the world something of lasting value. I´m a pedestrian poet, a man of the everyday, the none event of a shopkeepers daily life, the plane falling down from the sky, the dream that got lost, drowning seamen, in bitter seas. The nameless in the ocean of life that will for eternity be forgotten, yet dreamt like I do.