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The Feel of Words
An invitation, gather 'round.
Welcome here where tales abound
Of maidens fair and gentlemen,
A journey wandered now and then.
A primrose path, a thorny deed.
Romance or a murderous seed.
Light and fresh or deep and dark.
A fevered pace, a dreamer's spark.
Take a ride on silken threads,
As many colored layers are shed.
Phrase by phrase as strokes of brush,
A painted story, full and lush.
A revelation, a silly bit.
Parts of wholes as pieces fit.
Weaving here and bobbing there.
Holding thoughts as if to care.
A poet's mission must be short.
In brevity we must report.
The going ons and coming ins
Must all be held in lines so thin.
The craft of pen so careful laid
As to draw one's mind astray...
From air of breath to wings of word.
Tell a 'feel' that must be heard.
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Welcome here where tales abound
Of maidens fair and gentlemen,
A journey wandered now and then.
A primrose path, a thorny deed.
Romance or a murderous seed.
Light and fresh or deep and dark.
A fevered pace, a dreamer's spark.
Take a ride on silken threads,
As many colored layers are shed.
Phrase by phrase as strokes of brush,
A painted story, full and lush.
A revelation, a silly bit.
Parts of wholes as pieces fit.
Weaving here and bobbing there.
Holding thoughts as if to care.
A poet's mission must be short.
In brevity we must report.
The going ons and coming ins
Must all be held in lines so thin.
The craft of pen so careful laid
As to draw one's mind astray...
From air of breath to wings of word.
Tell a 'feel' that must be heard.
©
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