Poet

A writer's craft bleeds streams of words, Watch passion seed rhymes and chimes heard. Conjure word craft in vivid surge, Explore wordplay as feel primes urge. Feel each feeling that sires fond waves, Sights and sounds fling such flavours brave. Listen to writes echo fine sounds, Discern sheer cites that feelings ground. Feel deep flames fire as movement jerks brisk, Heart and mind sire a touch most crisp. Taste thought profound that spring to life, Swirl round and round as play prunes strife. Feel that sad mood that softly moans, Seize that shy brood as sorrow loans. Splash of word paint can colour well, Heed that refrain as flavours dwell. Feel wise grace bright upon the stairs, Prize the clear light that ushers flair. Seek to know truth as beauty kind, Watch soul spear proof with peace of mind. Feel more and more that inner call, Live thoughts now spore word muse and all. The poet sits still as writes reveal, Pulse of heart thrills how cites appeal. Feel gains a grip of word flair reach, Sample love's trip touch each to each. For thoughts are things that words align, Wordplay drafts spring soul's mellow signs. Now and here we come to know the truth, Let good cheer be our glimpse of proof. Leon Enriquez 01 September 2017 Singapore