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Composed from the poem, "Word Force."
(A Blank Verse Sonnet)
Each author takes a turn to read heart prints
while others contemplate the words to wit:
Will this dispatch appeal to all, or none?
We search to bring unique pathos to life,
to pull the reader's thoughts within our own
and form a link to flame a stranger's heart.
The writer's wage cannot be weighed in gold
nor can his joy be rationed as a meal.
His words will die as drivel flung in air
fit only for the buzzard's taste for spoil
unless we glean and bring forth shining pearls.
If so, those words will spin as golden threads,
forever shine a light to spell the dark.
A writer's wage can then be weighed as gain.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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