Shallow cuts damage heart’s within smiles
Swirling winds cleanse Nature’s dew tears
Spring’s violins serenading restless spirits
A lifetime drenched in exalted syllables
A whispered aliveness anchored to a line
A phoenix mindset curating a scenic poem
Poesy unfurls wings within inking’s decadence
Poetry glides within strife, as solace to dreams
Poetic volition in surpassing fear’s limitations,
Wild budding scribbles as life’s wisdom hues
Do gather in our Poetry Day, salute
Smile creative eyes, invest in anything poetic
Pirouetting perspectives pursuing penning perfection
Ink my poetic kin, drink deep from our oldest art
Bravely, tattoo your will upon inspiration’s might
Let us meet, soaring within imagination’s heart!
© L. B. Mek
March 2023
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Oh that it would everyday be Poetry Day!
Amen!
drunk on poetry, all through life
lol
thanks for sharing the dream
This poem L.B. reminded me of my own inadequacies and humbled me. I had to reread it several times and each time a different interpretation occurred. Indeed shallow cuts can damage the heart and their smiles. I loved the term "dew tears" yes this poem seems to apply to people and nature. The next stanza brought to mind not only a personal lifetime but the whole evolution of language and the written word. How often in writing poems they are a Phoenix in that discarded words resurrect and are reincorporated in the final draft. Poetry as a means to many ends, whether self curative, inspirational, narrative, or just art for art is just that sensitivity put in art.
sensitivity,
as derivative of caring too much
not such a bad thing, I think...
thank you! insightful Poet
glad you could relate
Another cool ✍️ LBM.
JP
thank you, kind Poet
I assure you Mek that although I visited on the day in question, I was unable to leave anything behind until just now sir .. but believe me, I raised my glass throughout the evening in question and drank a toast to you, your pen and your every word ... Neville
I noticed your name on notification page this morning
and smiled, wide
What a wonderful way to start my week, Hyung is back!
🍻 cheers, dear Poet supreme
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