Window On the World
WINDOW ON THE WORLD
My mind born free, like the autumn wind
it blows gently across the flushing meadow,
touching the petals of the flowers it finds
with expressive love in its whisper mellow.
Butterflies bring the tune of adoring whisper
to my heart vibrant in crescendo of emotion.
Rhythm of words inscribes it in rhyme on paper,
it becomes a poem, heart’s craving creation.
That’s when I’d open up like the dawn sky
where if as clumps of cloud you fly free
you’d then know me, discern what am I,
in the colors of my horizon you’d find me.
The hues of love would drape my poetry,
a window on the world it’d open for you.
An imagery of times and people you’d see,
the beauty of life it’d bring in your view.
September 20, 2018.
(Note : Response to the Sponsor's questions :
Stanzas 1 and 2 : Why write and share your writings?
Stanza 3 : Why would your self-expression matter to others?
Stanza 4 : Does the world need more poetry?)
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