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MY ODE TO A SELF PROPOSED ETERNAL POET
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JOURNAL # 41 I met a man
in the cradle of his poetry
for a quill he used but a twig
with his broad mind
he painted horizons
wondering all the way to the sea
from ground floor to terrific tree line
his lines spoke extensively
in so few words he revealed
so much
a new day's dawn, a wolf's
fearsome grin, a child's laugh
a tiger's touch
with but his talent
he let me loose in fields
of fauna and floral
the like I'd barely seen
and in a weave of hypnotic grace
he brought them all to life
so brilliantly for my eyes to read
and now as I reflect on just what
he has shared
my eagerness watches for
his future poetic emergence
from shimmering pools of such vast
cognitive serenity.................
(Dec. 9, 2013 845pm)
This is so great!!
This is so great!!
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I'm glad you liked it...........M