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.





Eleni Aspros

3 April 2013