Why the Poet?

Or, maybe "God Is the Ultimate Poet"

God is the ultimate poet.

His lines writ in every face…

In every cloud trace ‘cross the sky…

‘Tween sighs when lovers embrace…

His poetry is ever cast…

With each spider’s tapestry.

Tis carried ‘pon the breath… 

Of every laughing baby.

Poetry is the gift He Gives

Granted to some bless-ed few,

To weave a painted picture

With words doth our soul imbue.

For those few, with gift of prose

We know where comes illumination…

Words… the bread and breath of our soul,

Must never lie unfinished in our inspiration.

by D. Denise Dianaty

Reviews

[armin]

You captured me with the first line ' God is the ultimate poet'.
And yes that is very well said Poetry is a gift which is granted to the special ones and a very few.

armin ....

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you.

[L. C. Rhodes]

Both a song of praise and a call to arms. This is as intriguing as it is eloquent.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you. Maybe not "a call to arms," but rather, a call to words… " :D

[Sindu]

All this existence is a play. We all live and die playing our roles. He writes and directs it but we yield the power to make it better or worse. An amazing piece. Beautifully spun.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you.

[micky]

I love this beautiful piece. Well done :)

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you.

[MAC]

This is just beautiful....extremely inspirational and leaves me pondering my own choices in writing poetry.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you very much. I wrote another, entitled "Inspiration," which you might enjoy as well.