Bells That Don'T Ring, Throw Down the Pail
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Since the contest is now over, I thought I'd like to play along:) I picked a line which nobody else chose. It looked like so much fun, I had to give it a go. Poetry is supposed to be fun! Another big Thank you, to all who participated in my first contest:):) This is a mind bender. You might have to think about it:)
When mining thoughts, how deafening the ring
We search the walls of silence for a vein
A golden verse to strum on soft heart strings
To touch someone and stake a poet's claim
We chip away, in rubble, as we pick
It falls as wads of paper on the floor
When suddenly a glowing candlewick
We've struck the mother lode of metaphors
And as the liquid gold flows through the pen
In words of love and matters of the heart
The muse begins to tingle deep within
While he assays the worth of this new art
These nuggets that we find could be for sale
If bells are ringing, don't throw down the pail.
(LOL)
by Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
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