Valuable Gems
"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
— Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force
It simply flows out
And when a poet's life has run its course
His poems, they shout
Poems are not words, but fires for the cold
They never grow stale
Going through them gives an energy bold
Like soul-stirring gale
Poems are like ropes let down to the lost
Hope for the broken
They don't have boundaries, or any cost
But are thoughts spoken
A basic need like bread to the hungry
Poems feed the mind
Pleasure or pain penned down for the sundry
Play of words entwined
When feelings float down with a feather touch
We call them poems
They're refreshing reads and vital as such
Valuable gems
22nd November 2022
For Sotto poet's "Poetry is a life-cherishing force" contest
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2022
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