Weaver Of Words
I sow seeds of hope in poetic verse,
grafting common threads to words of healing.
And I explore laughter, tears, and remorse
with needle-sharp words that inject feeling.
Hyperbole hijacks flamboyant lines,
fueling my muse with inspiration.
And my pen has inked some pages with tears
shed in frustration, fear, and elation.
Poetic words, fuel wishes and dreams,
wove like tapestries upon a poet's loom.
And following traditional wordsmiths,
I cultivate feelings and watch them bloom.
I'm a poet; a mere weaver of words,
whose muse has allowed, to fly with the birds.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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