Pure, the horizon calls
Pon lands by crystal sea
Past tiny windows ever grey
A cell constructed of fog
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A sort of release that reminds.......stpne walls dp not a prison....a poet can never b traped in any bound epoch ...
the knowledge of the poets makes wonders in life..Good Expression Danny Draper..10
Love it, Danny. Especially The poet soars and/ The artist realises the greatness/ Of freedom of expression and self/ And imagination
A complex but interesting read Danny, some beautiful lines in there and a great tribute to all poets and those with an artistic and creative mind. Agree with Valsa that you are above the average writer.
The poet and the artist have an upper edge over the others whose thoughts are shackled and their expression stifled! They can soar into infinite spaces without the cold cloud walls of restrictions to see, reach and explore! Before the artist and the poet, all windows are open! Danny you have beautifully brought in the contrast between these two worlds! (I wonder, if my interpretation of your poem makes any sense! You are indeed above average poets, I must say and a little obscure too!)
Danny this is just such a beautiful write. It is laced with compassion and consideration. Two of your many attributes. Loved this piece so much. Thank you for sharing. Karen