A young Langston Hughes
My poem was inspired by a comment from a friend Ann, a few weeks ago who is a lover of books.
This Why God Made Poets
By Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney©14
To give voice to heART
To share of the words in words swirling dreams not easy to come by...
To unravel the tangled doing a tango...
To put glide in the slide
To rage...
To engage
To enslave
To mesmerize
To preen...
To be seen...
To gleen
The ending not yet begun
To gather
Or rather another way to be you.
Or me...
To go the way you want to glow.
Or find a place a space
Or in case
There's the one thing you want to try...
To give a scream a sound...
To round out the edges...
That may have one bound...
To take it back
To steal away...
To inscribe
Or arrive...
To zydeco in the moonlight when its cold outside
Or in the heart.
To awaken
To gallop at a frenzy
To unlock & release that sad heart imprisoned
And release a brain too tried...
To add bounce to the jive
(You ain't never lied)...
To carress sweet nothings in the nape of the neck...
And to a weary ear bombarded
With so much audio graffitti that it don't know the comings
And the goin'...
To declare
To swear
To bear...
To find rightness again...
To see humanity
And being kind & humane...
To speak for the muted
Or the blinded heart
Or the lost soul
And at the end of the day...
To simply say Amen
That is why God made poets.
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