Why Poetry?, Why Art?

If free, we'll be free

In days gone past, no gaze to cast, not the many spells around them,
The wise could craft and think and spin, no gadgets to astound them.

In some realms were found, some better some less, the thoughts of those that found them,
Their site their tether, both linked together, only its vision to confound them.

Some draw some paint, some sculpt some sing, their passion all the same,
To feel to love, to touch to taste, the soul so free none could ever tame them.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Gorgeous piece of work! I enjoyed reading this top to bottom, but the last stanza
is amazing, love it:) Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!