Chason De Choix

Choose wisely between love and hate.

Chason De Choix

(Song of choice)

By

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

What is... 

a poet without words

A dancer without song

A painter without vision 

A heart without wrong

They are... 

ryhme without reason 

Melody without grace 

Palette without color

Love without hate

We are defined 

by the choices we make

From the heart we choose; 

to the one we break

So be mindful of things

I say this rhetorically 

For these choices we make

are all things of poetry 

Author's Note

Feel free to comment or leave your thoughts. Thank you for reading this poem.

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

You're right Carlos...

A wordless poet dies
A songless dancer seats
A visionless painter cries
A pure heart beats

Pumping reason into rhyme
Transferring grace in melody
Flowing red in loving time
Drowning hatred in ecstasy

Of self definition
And decisions made
Leading hearts intuition
Within memories that fade

In the mind of a poet
Speaking truth they strive
To choose thoughts we can't forget
Writing words that come alive!

Yours truly,
Billigami

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

That my friend is the power of poetry. Thank you for sharing your words with me.

[William Michael Reeves]

There was power in this. I wrote yours down and wrote mine side by side and they were amazing together. Your words generate the power of mine! Thanks for the inspiration.

[Fran Marie]

To a poet; poetry itself is
the essence of life..words
are our oxygen ..we breathe
it daily...what is life without
it..a well penned piece filled with
wisdom...nice work

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Fran. I really appreciate it. This was inspired by a day that I was having where I questioned the reason for it all. Why write? What motivates me or others to their art? What is the underlining commonality in reasoning that drives us? Choice. It resonated in my mind like an echo. We choose to because that is who we are. Choice plays a prescient significance in our lives for in the end it defines the results of our art. The reason and emotions behind it. I read it everyday in the art of others and the life experiences they share from the choices they made which inspired their creativity. It is why writers choose to live in the moment, so that we can capture the experience of it and share it with the world. Thank you Fran for both your thoughts and art.

[M. J. Smith]

In life, as in poetry, we must choose our words with care. Wars do not start with guns. They start with words.
Much wisdom here. Well spoken. Words well chosen. Our politicians need to read.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you my friend for your thoughts on this poem. From the choices we make art springs forth. We can not write about the things we do without experiencing them for ourselves. Love, hate, sorrow, and joy. If one has never known these emotions in their life how would they describe them, and how much more different would it sound from a person who has experienced them. Every day I have read poetry from people throughout the world who write from a profound experience they have had which inspired them to their art. All because they made a choice to live in that moment and draw wisdom from it. Song of choice is to remind me as a writer why we do what we do and where its inspiration comes from. It comes from a life that is lived. And from the choices, both wrong or right, that we make. Wisdom. Thank you so much again for your comment. I truly appreciate it.

[M. J. Smith]

As I appreciate you, good Sir. Thank you for sharing this journey we poets find ourselves in. And thank you for leaving the world a little richer than you found it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I remember someone who used to say that to me..."Choices choices choices" in a most flip manner.

Even poets break hearts, mostly unintended.
We love and sometimes too much and more than one person....and it gets complicated.
Do we love and get hurt just to write? I don't know, but pain is a pretty good stimulus for the pen to move.
j.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Your words are exactly what this poem is attempting to convey. Art comes from the experiences of our lived lives. It is defined by the quote "write what you know." which is a mantra for many a writer. One cannot write about heartbreak unless experiencing it for themselves. It's like a blind person trying to describe an animal they no nothing about. We have to experience and interact with things to better understand them. Emotions must be felt to better characterize their significance to the reader. Art resonates more when it comes from a heart of lived experience. One who knows what they are talking about because they went through it themselves. The choices we make endow us with experience and emotions from that moment. The artist's heart. The place we draw from to create the things we do and give life to. Whether in melody, dance, painting, or writing. Can a person write about something they themselves have never experienced? Yes, but would it be as emotionally impactful as from someone who has? Every day I read poetry and every day I feel I read a person's personal interactions with the world. How they see it and feel it. How their experience is unique to them. And relatable to us. Thank you my friend, for every day reading your art is like a classroom lesson unto itself. From a life well lived.

[John the Baptist]

Most important of our choices lies in what we think. Unless you are schizophrenic, you can control what you think. Sometimes you may not be able to choose the situation you find yourself in, but you can choose the way you look at it.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I agree but even in our choice it doesn't necessarily equate to a positive outcome despite our intentions or what we perceive in the moment. The only thing we control is choice the rest is out of our control and in the hands of fate. We may feel we are doing good but the results may be otherwise. But wrong or right that is the stuff of poetry and the parable of the outcome. Thank you JB for your thoughts on this poem.