What is a poem?
These lyrical little glimpses of
life,
Snippets from the window of one's
soul;
A tiny picture framed in rhyme,
Formed by words as they unfold.
'Come, let me show, let me demonstrate',
Pleads the poet's gentle sigh.
'Let my words paint a landscape of
life,
Of the sun and stars, moon and sky.'
Quickly the words leap out from the
page
Flowing swiftly like waters
downstream;
Painting a portrait of metaphor,
Creating a world filled with wonderful
dreams.
Finding our souls with a measure so
sure
That the truth of it cuts like a
knife.
Leaving us wondering who stole our
tale
In a glimpse from the window of life.
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