Rock Dove
Paper is my palate, the pen my brush and sword.
Agitation, inspiration to set my thoughts to words.
My feathers stain papyrus with words for all to see,
in hopes that they'll go viral, stirring harmony.
For all the world's a theater, the page my private stage.
I strum my verbal guitar, tracking mental gauge.
I feel the beat of bass drums deep within my soul,
allowing me momentum to scribble and to scroll.
Notes of my locution, symbols of my tone,
the sound of lexical music rumbles through my bones.
Composition is my mission and music is my love.
My ode to words, exalting, "I am the Rock Dove".
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