Wordplay
In a stray brief a touch of feel;
Verse joy and grief as words now peel.
In edgy voice the strains dance round;
Strains from a choice that feelings ground.
In the clear light that streams in hues;
Know that true sight that wordplay cues.
In a knowing that comes to show;
Sense a flowing that rhymes can grow.
In truth the surge comes out to meet;
Wise proof in urge of poise that greets.
In pulse and pitch that rise and fall,
Go beyond glitch to heed the call.
In a sure way the echoes stream;
A migrant sway that fits the dream.
Leon Enriquez
05 January 2015
Singapore
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