No Limits.
The sky has no limits to poets who
materialize an insideness of things, linguistic
verses emerge, well-crafted ideas that woo
with words noone can resist.
Like any romantics their sensitive
skills portray sparklets of sentence-diamante'
studded with entrancing perception inventive
when scribed as fantasy.
Such is their means of expression
that seams of poetic mesh mould moonlight
magic in graphic lines which tied to freshness
become boldly inviting.
Poets drift nearer to insightful art
by heedful word-fervour than most realize
because life's real meaning engages a heart
which writes, yet never asks why.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: April 17th, 2017 06:58
- Comment from author about the poem: I thought of the verse after seeing the picture and imagined the Lady as an early poetess.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Very good write. Poets can free their imagination into words as you do Fay.
Great Fay - yes as poets we can actually get away with so much by using our imagination and putting them into verse which would be meaningless if written as straight prose. Oh joyloads as Prof Unwin would have said.
poetry is a wonderful old art. you do it well Fay!
Never knew there was so much in poetry-writing! heehee. A fine write.
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