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THE CRAFT, SCIENCE AND ART OF POETRY

THE CRAFT, SCIENCE AND ART OF POETRY

Creation or Evolution?

It is not wise to debate with fools

Language is the tool of hearts and minds

Of rhyme and reason-

Of truth and treason

In opposition to scribes and pharisees

Poetic philosophy- love is the law

Might technology replace my pen?

Doesn't craft require a hand?

Symbols and metaphors- a sort of geometry-

And meter and form to measure

Science is universal- mathematical

Precision desires perfection

Necessity is the mother of invention

Nature needs to express itself

Spirit says: "I need a body"

And bodies wish to unite

Who am I?

Architect and builder-

I shape my stone to fit the others-

Might we form a temple of souls?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Must it be called a rose?

Call it what you wish-

Every heart can see and hear

It is art if one creates it-

It desires to be loved

The craft, science and art of poetry-

Is the expression of its Creator

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Shirley Pourbaba

hi William,

what a gorgeous poem, truly, truly amazing, be so proud of your pen.

I shape my stone to fit the others-

Might we form a temple of souls?

I am there with you.

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James Whaley

Shirley,

    Thank you- and not to nitpick, but my name is James.

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Shirley Pourbaba

Ooops James i am so so sorry, i know your name is James and i love all your work and your comments, dont know how i got there, lol. 

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