Ruby Hamilton

My Craft.! - Poem by Ruby Hamilton

The peace of the silence serene the cold laid deep within my touch.

Numb from tranquility, the squeeze loosen my trance.

Unaware of its possession, I gain state from a daze.

Days hynotic, I lose grasp of consciousness.

Floating on formations, the format mates.

Screen developed, play perform productions.

In a labor of mental times, the result thread together sisters.

A competition in compare, they compose in a form scripting to be the best.

Lines recalled, they place last best.

A born sign she will be no comparison.

Designing tones pressed in expession, stains leak of a better craft.!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012

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