Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

First stanzas in poetry hook me

every time

words magically gather

to engage my soul

to make me feel whole.

Herein is one favorite

first stanza

by the Bard of Avon

I quote him proudly

from his sonnet 73

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold

when yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.”

I feel myself age each day

there is still so much I need to say

I want to sing

among the fall’s orange leaves

I want to play

my piano in fortissimo

let the sound resonate

and get the message out

Let the craziness stop

Let there be peace.