Beyond Words
A musician can sing with no
words,
just give him a guitar,
watch him smite silence into
song.
An artist can tell a story
with no words,
just pass her a paintbrush,
listen as she breathes life
into a landscape.
A sculptor can make a
statement with no words,
just hand him a mound of
clay,
feel his fingers shape mud
into majesty.
But a poet is not a poet with
no words.
Words are my strings, my
palette of colors,
my mound of clay, my hands,
my voice.
Without them, I am a tree in
the forest
with no one around to hear me
fall.
Poppy White-Herrin is married
to the love of her life Jason, and together they have four daughters and two
grandchildren. She is originally from Laurel, Mississippi, but now lives in
Gonzales, Louisiana. Her poems have appeared in many publications and have
received various contest awards over the years.
Poppy,
ReplyDeleteThis poem is very clever. Poets and authors cannot compose their works without words. Even experimental poets use words in some form, or another.
Your friend,
David Fox
Poetic artistry. Very nicely written and well said. I enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Thank you, David and Maurice, for your kind words. :)
ReplyDeleteWith no one to hear me fall!... I love that closing line.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Danny!
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