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A poem
written by a child
during his first day
in a school
that frowns down
at the imaginative
youth who
tries to break through
the lines of a picture to crayon in.
The letters crooked
but still holding
the value
of our language
which we use each day
and the words
phonetically written
with white being white
and right being rite
yet the images
that come to mind
as another reads it
brings a smile
through sad eyes.
Poems all sizes
all shapes
where the words
mold into the mind
and emotions are sparked
through just uttering
a passage of Shakespeare
or Donne.
Those lost and found
coming to the bookstores
in droves
bindings being split
as people read them
over and over again
gaining a possible
insight into the day
and the life they lead
as they realize
that what is written or typed
on teh paper
is something they have experienced
in some form
or other
and the aloneness
slowly begins to subside.
The books sell
the faces change
as do the names
but all things stay the same
peotry is art
and where a 1000 words
describe a painting
a 1000 paintings are inspired
by a poem.
So simple
so beautiful
and yet all of them
alive.