Questions without answers,
ryhme lacking reason,
symbolic words,
expression of feeling.
Images racing in our mind,
flowing down through the pen.
We begin to paint a picture
with words as we write.
Beauty, grace, and splendor
all combine to form a song,
language flowing with emotion,
a beautiful pattern without rhyme.
No riches ever bestowed on man
could ever match the joy
of expressing thought through a poem
and witnessing it's birth. |
Submission Name: Artichokes
