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ENDWORD What intimacy is its cause,perhaps an immaculate conception of words; too swift to comprehend,see or recognise.The moment is there and then is not.Gone with the wind the seed of idea remains, to germinate and gestate,fanned by a mental fragrance of elation.Slowly self-transcending a word into a phrase, a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme rides a waterfall of cadence, into a chasm of verse. Terse or long, the sonnet becomes a little song, struggles to arrive.Thrust forth upon my page;a bastard-born of pain MY POETIC BIO Alliteration,the starting place, alongside cinquains,apace in time,crystalline lanterne and rhyme.Inspiration drew forth footle,broken monoku &emagi for a while short imagist was my style.Sequenced longer poems metamorphose within this crysallis changing into ekphrasis.Open,and free to be, as you see,structured prose poetry.With cadence and pause,others hear my voice Open VERSE now this poet’s choice.