I don’t know how
many a flower is given to
the people who find
I’m drowning in my
sorrows and my soul
whenever we exert a
feeling, we are on our way home
This Golden Shovel is taken from a line in Maya Angelou's (1926-2014) poem Alone.
Thank you Denise and the blogs that inspired you, to write the poignant poem you posted yesterday. I chose to have a go at the same form, Golden Shovel and share my take on what poetry means to me.
Poetry allows us to share the deep emotions and show not tell or tell not show. We rely on the weight of the words to spew the power we expect it to emanate, with differing interpretations.
Poetry tells, shouts and says. The lines can be hidden behind figurative language or be as clear as the sky.
GIFTS 
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