CHINESE LANTERNS
Poetry is just a
vision
Maybe about love or
wanting to die,
It doesn’t solve
the world’s problems
But may ask the question why?
Poetic voices are
Chinese lanterns
Just floating in
the sky,
A little speck of
fading light
Flickering briefly
up on high.
Poets are just
seers
No judgement or
mania displayed,
Though unable to
see into the future
Like the schoolboy
carrying a blade.
A poet will not
write of the wasted life
But of the victim
never reaching fifth grade,
The Chinese lanterns
drifting by
As events below see
the poet paid.
Poems can be our
dreams
A journey
throughout the world,
Chinese lanterns
with wishes safely out of reach
From the doubting stones being hurled.
The words can be
the cure for restless sleep
Soothing verse leaves
warm toes curled.
They can be a
release from mundane life
As the poets magical
creativity is unfurled.
Phil Hall May 2013
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