A Liberating Gift
Once in a blue moon,
words do fail me
But my pen never does.
It's my silent voice.
A pen never betrays
a poet!
In mine, I'll always
put all my love and trust
The mighty pen,
always eager to bruise paper
Ink flowing freely
like the blood in my veins
To be able to wondrously
weave a tapestry of emotions
and images to touch,
to move, to captivate...
with the mere stroke of...
our faithful pen is a treat
to behold. Poets have a gift;
a liberating gift!
Date written: 09/14/2019
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