The Birth of Verse
The words unspoken rest within the tomes
of dictionaries and thesauruses.
Their overpopulated muted homes
await the poet to give them voices.
"Oh! Wordy friends, beseech your help I must.
Inspire me with living elements
that I may structure verse with words I trust.
Let truth bespeak my worthiness intent
And give it rhythmic regularity.
Allow its message avenues of grand.
Have muse, Erato, speak with clarity
to humankind and make them understand
that poetry, the universe of love
and Truth is His only recourse thereof."
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