Feelings: Something Sacred Unto Me Poem by Margaret Alice

Promote yourself and your artistry
as an artist I sing of my own liberty
and I will not bow to your demands
that I promote the words I chose to
express my despair, my greatest sorrows,
my highest joys, my overpowering fears

I frame these surging waves in words
that cry and laugh and sing and dance
words that put me in a trance; words
to enchant or hypnotize the mind and
lift the soul beyond this world into
a state of transcendental meditation

The only things I will promote
condescendingly are plastic objects
used without emotional response and
discarded without second thought; but
poetry is something else - I treat it
as something sacred unto me...