“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings” – William Wordsworth
With spring just around the corner, inspiration is everywhere, so take a seat as some powerful feelings construct a poem.
Spring
Dedicated to Miriam Pace, a building collapse victim
Never do hearts sing,
Louder than in spring,
What was dull becomes bright,
And everything seems right.
Flowers that blossom are rife,
Causing new starts and new life,
But how can anyone enjoy the beauty of spring,
When modern development is tarnishing it?
What was bright becomes dull,
When you witness a skull.
How can hearts burst in song,
When everything seems wrong?
Never do hearts sing,
Louder than in spring,
But what is there left to sing for,
When people die as if it’s war?
3/3/2020
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