Life is literature.
It’s the ‘thou art’ s
of Shakespeare
mixed with the
nightingales of hope
portrayed in the words
of Emily Dickinson.
It’s the death
described in Atwood’s
well-thought verses
stirred in with
the Tom Sawyer
living in the books
of a classic humorist.
Life is a ballad
of love and passion
carefully mingled with
a sonnet describing
nothing but malice
and evil hatred.
It’s the four
breath-taking seasons
described in just
a beautiful haiku
thrown in with
four-hundred or more
pages of words
explaining the
complicacies of
just one
four-letter word.
Life is the magic
and fantasy
jumping out of
Rowling’s words
blended with a little bit
of realism
from Kate Chopin.
It’s the steady rising
and optimism
in Maya Angelou’s
sweet-as-honey rhymes
united with
the lyrical
and spontaneous words
of E. E. Cummings.
life is Charles Dickens
with his haunted holidays
and his “Great Expectations”.
Life is poetry and prose.
Adventure and mystery.
Love and hatred.
Fantasy and realism.
Life is literature.