Of What Use poetry
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Of What Use
In my heart I've always been a poet
Like a pot of boiling water
Simmered until only the most important elements are left in the bottom of the pot
Concentrated together in its strongest essence
Or like a prospector panning for gold
Sifting all the sludge hoping for gold sparkles at the bottom of the pan
Often the pan is empty
But even a glimmer of gold at the bottom will keep me going in for another dip
It just takes a little hope to keep me going for a long time
Some would call that a fool's journey
Do something practical they grumble
Of what use is poetry?
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ahhhh this is lovely-- a glimmer of gold indeed. Touches that place inside that only poetry can. Thanks.
One can never discount those small golden nuggets when they arrive...many times, I've written an entire poem from a single phrase or image.
From your other hubs I've read, it's clear you've found quite a few of those gold sparkles in the bottom of the pot. Blessings.
Namaste bright one.
Thanks robie.
Hi seeds. Nice to meet you.
seeds says:
16 months ago
excellent