The Scribbled Universe
THE SCRIBBLED UNIVERSE
Of cadence
And rhythm
And rhyme we seek
When putting pen to paper
The words becoming lively
And their life
Becomes our pleasure
For imparting
As we long to do
Upon the parchment written
Our souls pour forth
Their meaning
Though to some
Are largely hidden
With banter
Wit and melancholy
What flows forth
Has its vision
‘Ere we are urged
By sacred things
As on a Preacher’s mission
While deep inside
Our stories lurk
To use us for
Their telling
Once in awhile
We chance upon one
Good enough for selling
Though money be not
The object nay
Our story’s more revealing
To tell it is
Our truest aim
From within
My pen is stealing
As verse or prose
Or sonnet sweet
They do linger
Ever near
In truth they’re
Only longing for
An anticipating ear
For words create
And build a world
We’d not have
‘Ere we wrote it
For their lore and wonder
Like a Bible
We do quote it
While scratching out
My quills delight
An element of awe
For what was once
Alone and blank
Now scribbled of
The Universe I saw
Copyright © Diane Belmont | Year Posted 2017
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