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A poem about writing versus speaking. |
| To place ones soul for others to see; To Touch, To Smell, To Taste. Wings to the soul, Liberating hearts, Exuberance, discourses never fulfill. Deliquescent words; Carried, Mixed, Folded. Wisps upon the winds, Lost forever, But a fleeting moment. Scribed incantations; Bound, Aged, Effectual. Held fast in the fibers of life, Entwined reeds, Released by discoverers. Setting the mind wandering; Imagination, Vision, Knowledge. Blooms an author’s toils, A seed returned, Its universe reborn. So to speak; A wink, A sway, A nod. Movements of wrists, Presenter mixing sights, Sending subjective messages. Anthologies; Pasts, Presents, Hoped for futures. Lifted from their bindings, The conscious and subconscious, Dwell upon the intimation. |