Dulcis Poetas

the headiness of now swirl of keystroke and ideal new pages new thoughts flying on ether buoyed by excited neutrons flared by the plasma of a thousand faceless pens type it spill it splash it on out with a careless eye falling slow on burning diodes bundled up like a mind's autumn harvest fed to a soul's hearth dripping with embers spilt out sooted and crisp acrid, yet sweetly an incensical fog ladled out from that conjuring elsewhere sharp as raw silage sweet as the dew gathered gather it grasp it and renew bottled summer still shining uncorked and flown true so shed the word wonder baring all the mind's eye as rapt galleries wait breathless for every poet's emotional try rhyme it (or not) choose time honored formats (or not) but truth be it told rhyme scheme and meter can be both lover and shackle but in matters of the prose dip your heart deep into that rarefied font and evaporate into honeyed fog banks of verse...