Imagination is the river <br />that guides the quill. <br />Dreams the sailing ship <br />that unleashes the voyage <br />through the pages of a poets mind. <br /> <br />To write is to find <br />the meaning of love. <br />Where beauty opens the gate, <br />to a never ending yellow brick road <br />Of human emotion. <br />For that is what we seek. <br /> <br />The pen can create gods <br />and mortal frailty. <br />Sunshine is the span of life, <br />darkness is forever <br />and within these letters <br />we find immortality. <br /> <br />Beauty is found in pain <br />hope is an emerald sea, <br />envy comes from Oscar’s words <br />and belief becomes a prejudice. <br />The pen will drown your epitaph <br />for the Cyclops knows his destiny <br /> <br />Words can be a jigsaw of fears, <br />Or a rose sculptured in the heart. <br />All belong to confession, <br />trapped in the confetti of poems <br />which hide behind a harlequin mask <br />though a poets heart, <br />is for all to see.<br /><br />Steven Cooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/five-pillars-of-poetry/
