A Poet's True Colors

Sometimes a whisper becomes a shout

Found in the words that we write

The silence is broken, it has to come out

In the colors of black and white

These colors it seems know how we feel

For they somehow give us a voice

Emotion is found on the tip of our quill

Our whispers without a choice

Echoes are found in these colors too

Each time we read the words back

That's when the shout starts tumbling through

Searching for words that we lack

The poet's emotions give ink its power

A slave to the shout that they make

Sometimes it's minutes or maybe an hour

No matter how long it might take

A whisper is silent and hidden inside

A shout will make things feel right

A poet's true colors are tested and tried

As it's written in black and white

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

"The poet's emotions give ink its power"~ Oh how I love this line!! ....You hit the nail on the head with this write. As a whole, this Excellently written!

[Whiskurz]

Thanks Robbie.......Whisk

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I enjoyed reading your words of wisdom. Thank you Whisk!

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Excellent read and write as always, Whisk

[Whiskurz]

Thanks my friend.......Whisk