How should a poem be? Crystalline, mirrored the placid lake Stately like me, intoned the tree Free flowing, gurgled the river Spontaneous and lively, crooned a bird Fragrantly enticing, droned the bee Captivating, laughed the butterfly.
How about colorful? Asked the flowers Deep and meaningful, averred the vale With certain majesty, echoed the hills. Refreshing, whispered the summer breeze Mellow. Evocative. Crackled autumn's leaves
So, deep within the inspiring woods I scribbled and scrawled and hastened To proudly dedicate my poem... All nature burst into splits !
Oh, you poor nitwit ! The soul of nature cannot be conveyed Except with the breath of immortality!
I am grateful to Safiyyah patel that she directed me to this poem! Ah, such sublime thoughts on what poetry is..and then the concluding punch lines! For me, this is poetry at its best! As always, a great poem, Shernaz, that appeals to the senses and the soul!
