Art of the Poet
To see empty parchment lay silent
No words or theme from paper alone
To find imagination compliant
And create wondrous worlds with words that roam
A written vision of a field to be gleaned
Where the page will hold the last thought known
A flower that grows a gliding bird seen
And verdant meadow where my mind has flown
I'll visit this meadow deep in my mind
While music plays so its sound can enhance
To see with my thoughts all I can find
And write a poem from my mind's expanse
7/13/17
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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