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Personal (Hope) I don't have
a way with words.
Sometimes they stumble out
with no rhyme or reason,
a tumbleweed
in my wasteland mind.
Other times I can't find
the right words
to paint a picture
of an emotion.
There's a standoff
and I draw my poetic pistol
only to fire a blank.
So I peruse my portfolio
to describe this same feeling
with similar language
just putting the words
in different order.
Still fewer times
my speech can be skilled,
my verbiage profound.
Once in a while
I can turn a phrase
with such eloquence
that you become dizzy.
The tools in my arsenal-
weapons of metaphor,
and alliteration
can fool anyone.
