Like ingredients in some magical cosmic recipe,
I pour my words onto a blank empty page,
My fingers caressing the letters on each key,
Like the instruments in an orchestra without sound,
Each sentence paints a picture in words,
An alphabet of paint I have come to know so well,
To free my words from the page all you need do is read,
For only then may they swirl through the air,
Alive with their own meaning and motion,
A waltz of words... Dancing within your synapses...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
From the first to last line this poem is fantastic, no ounce of clichés, simply a rich textured language with exquisite imagery about the power and tapestry of language. This is a 10
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Every writer's deep desire..........very well painted on a page.I invite you to read and comment on my poems.Thank you.