* A utopia or my Poetic "Garden" , as Paddy would say :O)

A Beautiful Poetry Place

Imagine majestic mountains
of articulate and forever flowing streams
of conscious thought.
Where words have no speed limit
and jet streams have no bemused east or west
to control it's direction.
There is where all roads lead to infinity and beyond.
Where the wavelength of color is not misleading
and every hue is brighter in clarity.
The palate softens only if begged by the designer.
Their walls of ripened words stand for eternity
but do not hold captive their convictions.
The carte blanche of an all knowing, never ending Poetry Place.

There is where the tongues of the Poet's are heard and understood by all.

Martin Swords
Like this Poem about Poetry as a place. I've dealt with this idea in my poem...The Place....have a look. All the best. Martin

ron flowers
I haven't been by here for awhile. I'm sure glad I stopped by today, otherwise I would have missed this beautiful poem.

Michael J. Gale
Great poem and imagery of colors clearly put on display here for all to see and appreciate. I think though that "there walls" should be "Their walls"...... : )

Sylvia Marquetta
a magical place to be.......I enjoyed this poem.

sonetta
a poet's paradise, indeed....!

 

countryfog
Perhaps this is Poet Heaven . . . and Paddy is there reading this and smiling. Very elegant and eloquent JoAnn.

thepalelotus
But if everyone in our world was already laid in out such a poetic manner, what would be the point in writing poetry? Great piece regardless!

Fay Slimm
The place where poets are heard is described so artisically in this fine piece. An impressive read JoAnn.

Sandra Martyres
Lovely Joanne..your poetry place is wonderful..I wasnt a place there too