Poem 3
03/04/2013 18:16
What is poetry?
Snow capped mountains
Flowing rivers
Coins in wishing fountains
Arrows in woven quivers
Conventional images of poetry
Mine is a rebels art
Rules to be broken by me
The balloon of etiquette exploded by my dart
Pen in hande, I will end wars.
He who writes for fame, looses his soul
Spoken word brings hope with open doors
Oppression of art blinding us, moles.
Spread the flames of love wildly.
Speak free, live careless.
Express.
Express!
Eleni Aspros
3 April 2013