Ode To the Poet
Oh, the poet’s magic prancing pen,
sculpting words from breast within.
He carefully chooses phrases of his liking,
selecting only what he finds striking.
He is mindful-delicate to no end,
realizing tastefulness is his friend.
Writing tirelessly not breaking a sweat,
tantalizing senses with diffused couplet.
Praise be to him who has patience to,
sit in endless ponder the way poets do.
Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2009
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