a group of friends sat around the campfire by the shore
pouring wine with cheese and crackers
intellectually chewing the fat,
when a voice stood out and asked
“what is poetry?”
the youngest immediately responded by saying,
“it is the waves and sea and creatures
within the forests and mountains and icebergs way up north”
the oldest supposed, “it is the strophe of sky and stars”
yet another answered, “it is the voices of children playing
while building sand castles”
while throwing a log into the fire,
a strapping gent concluded, “it is the unbridled expression of life”
she just smiled and remained silent, inwardly suggesting:
poetry was the breeze
they felt on their faces while the sun was setting
where the light of darkness mirrors all meaning
expressing words they could never speak
and would only begin to think of knowing
Aberjhani
Sheila
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Happy Holidays, Jude !! <3 Phyllis <3
Ron
for poetry is all that and some
Thank You Jude for this sparkling gem
Peace be with you
Merry Christmas
William
Where does the breeze come in?
Where does a circle begin?
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Carole~
Thanks so much for posting.
Juliet
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Superlative!!
Best regards,
Lance
To me it's a world within a world where every heart and soul can dwell in peace. A place where cruelty does not exist and life is a treasure to savour. Your Poem/Story is quite a gem my friend. Peace, Love and Blessings Always Paul.
You do all of this for me and more.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Hope is not the only a desire of loving
It’s also the symbol of life and death
Poetry can break the limitation of that
Experiences of loss has no limitations
It shows feelings of love, sympathy and hate
Of anger, longing and regrets
Poetry can dribble down your soul
As the mind continues to roam
Resisting temptations of another kind
Poetry can break the limitations of space
Thoughts pregnant, naked
I sit by the window of life
Temptation…one universe
But galaxies apart
Begging your planet to pass by
Poetry can break limitations of time
Hope not only a desire of living
But the symbol of love!
Love Tinka
Edwin
Take care,
Sherry
A perfect campfire where I would have been very happy to participate.
Georg
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superb poem. Jude...
Poetry is you & me and all those budding poets and non-poets going through their daily lives...poetry is life...ed