A Poem Is Not Just Words
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Cynthia Buhain-baello
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Am I
Just serving some word salad
Tossed and mixed with olive oil
Not much to say, from the mind's toil?
Am I
Just in the game of word play
Uncaring, numb or indifferent
To depth, where nothing's ever meant?
Do I
Just paint vague, random lines
Splash forth whatever comes to mind
Call them 'poems' - no thoughts confined?
But I
Must write of life, of love and beauty!
Paint with words that soar the sky
Set images alive to feast the eye!
In truth
Like roads we take, we reach
A point, a yearned-for destination
A poem indeed takes us there - it's our passion!
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~01.21.15
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