Ode To Poetry
Ode To Poetry
For poetry there is no season, but there is plenty of reasons.
I let free the thoughts, and that is no treason.
Verses become the garland and the words the flowers.
Mind becomes the thread, an oasis where thoughts get bred.
In life a saving grace, whether an up or a down phase.
In any type of mood with poetry I end up feeling good.
I write on any topic, you can make a pick.
With poetry a day I keep away strife in my daily life.
This is my ode to the poetry itself, from my heart and not from a bookshelf.