Poetry Teaches Life
Life itself,
dragged across coarse papyrus,
leaving a trail of silver.
stamped,
printed on a warm leaf of paper.
nothing but stray marks and curves,
yet here lies a story
the story in which words turn into the stones that slip and slide
down the steep side of the jagged cliffs that
steady the snow-capped peaks of mountains
that brush the sky.
the sky in which artists rest on the clouds by day
and paint sunsets at twilight.
their brushstrokes leave behind specks of gold,
waves of crimson, and wisps of peachy rose that flutter down.
down, and the sky sparkles with sapphires.
sentences stretch into long, thin tree branches.
they twist into the woven homes of the sweet songbirds.
they are bursting with musical stories of their own,
waking the fragile life within the eggshells that fill these nests.
soft pink younglings squeak out their notes too,
gracing the chilly morning air.
those time-scented books bound with leather,
they pull you into a whole new world of emotions.
happiness that bubbles up from deep inside,
it comes when a girl falls instantly in love.
she sees the boy with gorgeous green eyes that dance when he smiles.
tearful sorrow when you see those eyes yearn for another.
giddy excitement when a young boy runs through the swarming street market
you can almost smell the freshly baked bread and rich spices
hear the shouts and laughter
echoing off the walls of the sandy clay constructed alleyways
feel of the beautiful sunset woven robes and rugs hanging off every booth.
some will never see the love deep in the eyes of another
some will never hear the contentment of a blue bird
some will never travel the endless vistas
in the ever changing pages of this world.
but
with eyes or hands or ears that God has given,
we can marvel at the world,
through wide eyes,
through poetry.
poetry,
the storyteller
of life itself.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.