The art of Poetry
I often read poetry on the internet because
from time to time, someone utterly unknown
and might remain so, produces a pearl.
Words that resonate like Tibetan bells in my
heart, they tell of love and humanity what
bind us together and transcend religion, creed
and race. And I think if I only once could
express this, just once, I would have donated
to the world something of lasting value.
I´m a pedestrian poet, a man of the everyday,
the none event of a shopkeepers daily life,
the plane falling down from the sky, the dream
that got lost, drowning seamen, in bitter seas.
The nameless in the ocean of life that will for
eternity be forgotten, yet dreamt like I do.
August 14th 2020, 6:22 am by TerishD
Subject: the art of poetry 
