Pure Gold

I came seeking gems not the worldly kind for they are not rare not in my book anyway No the treasure I sought was not the normal type that mortals greedily grasp these are gone at end of day What I seek is the written word these are the true gems that fall sparkling casting magical spells inspiring letters forming verse Although on their own each word still has magic conjures up a picture day we think bright and sun food and pictures flood in bacon sarnies or roast beef yes our words paint many pictures as our poems weave their spell For me they are pure magic as I am caught up in their spell long after we are dead and gone minds of many still caught in awe You poets get the message understand beauty and touch people's souls with words dripped from pens I wrote this as a thank you to Soup for giving us a place to write and share our work and to my fellow poets who inspire me daily