The beating heart, the thinking mind
These, my friends, are the tools of our art.
We are as much bound to our art
As it is bound to us, within us, ingrained into us.
For a man can look upon the sunset and see the sun descend.
But we, people of our craft, poets, look upon the sunset and stop.
We watch, discern and focus. We interpret it and share it with others.
We see a painting already painted and the layman sees the canvas.
My friends, the world that we live in may not understand us,
But, it remains our obligation to let our talents thrive
And share them with the world, regardless of reaction.
So, when you awaken tomorrow and the sun shines upon you,
Or, if the skies are grey, but alive with action,
Take the time to witness, record, focus and share.
The world would be a far-off worse place without us.
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I agree! This is beautiful!
Great writing .. I think creativity is a good thing .. ))
Sorry, I forgot to hit send when I wrote my comment. I love this poem! You have so eloquently expressed the nature of the poet, who writes simply for the love of it, and in doing so reminds us of what is beautiful and of true value in life. Thank you dear friend!
my favorite song is Submit to Sharia by MuslimGauze!
This emphatic, cosmic boom like poetic mission statement, is masterfully penned, and I wholeheartedly agree with every word.
Let all poets, endeavour to paint more colours into life, in both to further our enjoyment and understanding of it.
Bravo, and I hope that all is well.
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