Where does poetry go? Who listens? What does it do?
Are we right to express ourselves in poetry?
Questions I ask myself every now and then.
And here’s my answer …
I saw the dauntless poem
step forward into the world
to stand upon a high-rise
and forth-tell to many crowds
words rang in rhythmic phrases
that carolled upon the wind
and spun a forward vision
for the listening multitude
the poem roamed the summit
speaking out in many tongues
with laughter and with music
to the hearts of those who heard
with insight and with wisdom
that inspired their daily work
photo by Robert J. Weston
The Willow Tree Girl… why does a girl from the past linger in the present? where has part of the treasure disappeared to? … questions Weston disentangles in this fast-paced book.