Poetry’s versatile medium of expression;
the silly to the serious,
the grave to the light,
nonsensical to philosophy;
what a facile expression’s poetry!
The words turn, upside down in meaning,
and motion realises in static lines,
that reminds, like memory, in amber frozen,
yet still evocative and marching
with the very pulse of life.
I had failed, but no longer,
in the fluid medium of poetry I match,
the prose a vast rumbling ocean behind
led by the cutting edge muse of poetry.
Wonderful is life’s pulsing dream,
caressing the mind in the present,
holding budding promise of the future.
Though even the past’s unforgotten
in this ranging medium,
that the very spectrum of rainbow crosses
from the black absence of light,
to the searing brightness of white.
What a medium poetry is;
truly the language of gods and goddesses!
©GayUganda 28 Nov. 07