Good day everyone. Queen of Spades here. It's time to get the party started with National Poetry Month. At least as much as you can with the onslaught of the pandemic.
My prayers are with those who have been affected and have passed on because of the Coronavirus, those whose livelihoods have been impacted, and the brave people who are considered essential and don't have an option to simply stay home.
Today's poetry feature comes from what I nickname "The little book that could and did" Reflections of Soul.
For those of you who don't know the backstory, this was a collection that almost met fire, since the bond I had with the initial inspiration had ended. Thanks to a fellow poet, the late Chantay Legacy Leonard, I was encouraged to hold on to the collection and later publish it as a method of catharsis.
I wanted to take time to focus on poems that had not received looks originally during my book tours and blog hops of the past.
Today's selection is "Soul of a Poet". In times such as these, it's important to remember that the original power of a poet was in one's ability to convey the pulse of one's surroundings. If a person is to be involved with a poet, it's a mistake to dismiss that calling as "a mere hobby". Those true to the craft get what I mean.
Soul of a Poet
I can describe the greatest joys to make broken hearts yearn to heal. I can paint the darkest soul to give the bravest human the chills. I can personify the plainest object and make one believe it is priceless. I can depict the most haunting sorrow to put the coldest soul in tears. But you say you know me, yet you don’t feel poetry. Um, guess what? Poetry is what I am. Poetry is what I breathe. Poetry is what I bleed. But you say you know me? I say you’re wrong.
Enjoyed "Soul of a Poet"? Then, immerse yourself in Reflections of Soul, available in e-book and paperback at participating retailers.
