Poetry day
Poetry is an ocean
Each poem a drop
As individual as the poet
The common themes define
The undertow of this surf
No one can stop its flow
Poetry is Liberty
Flushing everything
Wave after wave
The surf beating against the shore
Of ignorance and indifference
It has its own tides
Tempests and dead pan
It's currents run hot or cold
Eventually merging in its depths
Words schooled into rhymes
Live and die as fashion orders
Let Poetry wash over the world
As its conscience in a tsunami.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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