Poetry Whispers

Poetry whispers.......
The hearts' hidden thoughts...
in creative expressions...of emotions, thought lost.

Feelings arise....
from the depths of our souls,
wispers of anguish,...of the tales left untold.

Winds sweeping change...
through barren plains, laid to waste,
by words left unspoken....or spoken in haste.

The language of man,...
in its' coarseness has lost,
words holding meaning....of passion and thought.

The poet arises....
often unheard....
lost in hustle....of ill spoken words.

Slowly he takes....
command of the stage..
the poet speaks wisely....the voice of the sage.

Words have new meaning...
as a pictures' envoked,
lost in his words,...filled by his hope

His passion....
his essense,the words flow from his heart..
....the poet stands quiet.....and the stage fades to dark.

~Spark~
                                                                                                                                                                 

"Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run
 and out of which they grow.”

Oliver Wendell Holmes

“Language is wine upon the lips”

Virginia Woolf

“Language is the means of getting an idea from my brain
into yours without surgery”  
Mark Amidon