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Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Thank Heaven For Poetry


 Sometimes poets are accused of being narcissists.
Sometimes that accusation hits a nerve
 (because it does take a lot of personal time and effort to write poetry)
but then I think of how
often poetry has reawakened my senses
 to the world around me
and the Maker thereof...
I think of how poetry has sweetened the journey
with recognition of nature's changeless ways; 
a reflection of its Creator.
I think of the many poems that thrill, challenge, 
encourage the mortal
because at the end of the day,
 though ages pass
the words of poets from ancient days till now
 prove the things that really matter
 never change...
and the greatest of these
is love!
so thank Heaven for poetry!





Thank heav’n for poetry
Where pages laugh with joy
And warm the heart with pleasantry
That ink pictures deploy

Thank heav'n for poetry
In all its sundry form
The splurge of a syllabic sea
Can take the heart by storm

On dreary winter’s day
Ink flower-gardens spill
To plant upon lackluster gray
A bloom-filled windowsill

Like laughter of a child
A poem breaks want's chains
So let its ink rivers run wild
As long as life remains 

Words weave and paint and sing
And as we drink their art
Ink beauty begins ushering
A poem to the heart

It warms the color wheel
That seeps out from within
Somehow a poem makes us feel
A bit like next of kin

….where gladder, kinder, we
Savor the now and here
And thank heaven for poetry
To fill the world with cheer

© Janet Martin





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