Poetry
Formless
Sometimes with form
Sometimes with form
Words dancing on a page
Playing with each other
Sometimes frowning
Or simply staring.
Heartstrings
Relating to each other
Feelings mirrored
Thoughts traveling
On a journey
Through infinity.
A fire sparked
In someone’s psyche
Finding its home
In other’s hearts
Sometimes just soothing
Or simply fooling
Sometimes a cause to act on
A call to stand up for and
Be heard.
I look at my life
And see
Poetry in waves and colors
What a beautiful canvas
The Master has painted…
How the hues of pain add depth
And the little joys add light
Ah! The joy!
Poetry is me!
NICE Well written!!!!! Life is indeed a poetry....life-long pun.. life long fun.... often it is sad.. often a good-time.. the best time really is when life's poem rhyme.. ;) AMITAV.....
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