Life can make extreme sense
scattered in the field of dreams,
though a mind is shackled by bone
and blood imprisons a lonely heart,
a soul is fresh, crazy, alive, but never held.
Smell freedom in each new day,
hold a conversation with your sky
and let this magic fill us.
Crave imagination in every thought
and mingled with the dreams,
a cold fire will burn us.
Search this world for meaning,
it’s essence is easily revealed
and simplicity itself will mend us.
Reach out a praying hand
and touch another’s sorrow,
then peace has finally found us.
Todays poem competition entry was written by Peter Whelan.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?