Poetry is not in things or even a thing itself but rather it is a part of us? Have you ever given that some thought? Thought about how the way you act and the way you treat others is like a carefully crafted poem.In fact this is why we must be so carefully with every deed we do and every word we say. A poem that tastes bad in the mouth will also be bitter to the ear.We hold in us this potential to weave these beautiful poems and gift them to the world but we think evil of another or hurt another, we instead spit out these rants of hatred which sound gravelly to the ear.
You are poetry and you have poetry within you.
What will you poem be?
-Wishing you the most poetic of days,Eva
“Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”