This Thing We Called Poetry Poem by Eden Trinidad

What shall thou write with my plume
What wilt my pen be going to sketch
What thou scribble with my stylus
When thousands of poetic minds are out there
So full of powerful thoughts
I feel inferior
With my not so good enough descriptive expressions.

A man with dark eyeglasses came and inspired me
To continue writing poetry
He saith, "Poetry is ageless, borderless"
He saith, "There is a 50 - year old Mongoloid
And a gifted 3 years old".

So Poetry is for all ages,
Poetry is not just merely writings'
Of Alpha's and betas
Poetry is an expression of what you feel
in your mind, in your heart, in your spirit
Poetry is an unquenched passion of the soul.

Copyright: Eden S Trinidad
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
July 15,2018
1: 55 AM