Joined By Words

~ for my fellow poets ~ as slaves to the pen or our keyboard, more apt this molding of words in a word, holds us rapt fine fancies or fears take us places unknown our muse and our craft better focused alone the voice of our id - the bounce of our rhyme thus, charming or edgy depending the time midst romantic puddles and whimsical trees we splash our ideas casting love to the breeze a danger or hope or a scorched trist-or-two occur mind-to-matter with the lines we imbue the light AND the dark, they both hold allure our child's heart within - just a tad bit impure for tho we adore all the things blithe and bright we also know beauty blooms deep in the night if somber or joyous thru passage or pain it’s creatively ordered thru rhyme and refrain it's not that we're allied - that we always agree it's how we can sculpt all the wonders we see so although we may be as different as spices we’re thrall to our verses whatever that price is for it's a rare language that few can command but we speak it together with a pen in our hand so you may be a person whom I've never met but the gift of your writing I'll never ... forget. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "What Do We Have In Common" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Sponsor. ~ Poem of the Day ~ featured on Poetry Soup.com on May 11, 2018 - many thanks to those in charge for the honor.