Grace Franchi

Butterflies Grace Franchi

Life is a long poem that treasures its verses day by day. Verses darker than a starless night and verses that shine more than thousand suns. Even without any intention, we create poems simply by living, as we are wandering along the labyrinth of the roads of life. God is the master writer, and the entire universe writes poems. Poems of love, poems of gratitude, poems of joy, poems of nostalgia, striking lyrics that narrate our history. If we look life through the glasses of a poet, we can hear the trees recite their poems of leaves. Beaches swing at the cadency of waves. Wings and chirpings compose their musical odes. Light and shadows write enigmatic limericks. Mountains engrave epical stories. Animals compose unique sonnets of love. Galaxies chant old rhymes, and couplets keep going around along the ages. Wherever we turn, poetry is in action. We just need to discover its secret language and symbols, and translate them into words. We may find poems hidden in daily life, or in rare events. Look around, observe the stars, the moon and the clouds, smell the flowers and the grass, listen to the wind, the ocean and the birds, and touch the stones and the trees. Embrace your friend, stroke your pet, converse from heart to heart, plant seeds, play, sing, dance and laugh, and you will be writing poems. You are the poet.