![]() Why Poets?A Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)![]() opinion piece (my opinion of course!)![]() When a poem is read
A reader’s home is entered Where dwells a kindred spirit You laugh…you cry You groan and you sigh You feel and taste and hear it We bring tears to eyes Smiles to lips… Memories to mind We make you think With pen and ink And open minds once blind That music is a source of joy Of that, of course there is No doubt But words and phrases Ink on pages, of that We’d ne’er do without It’s a gift given to very few In truth, this game of words and phrases Of measurable worth? Of real value none? Of real time and of real places? So why the need for you and me? What place have we…Poets, In grand schemes, of things and matters? …It’s because…. We give wings to words That soar like birds And oftimes leave your heart …in tatters… © 2012 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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1 Review Added on August 11, 2012 Last Updated on August 11, 2012 Author![]() David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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