"My Favorite
Poet"
Your words are a shallow brook filled with a variety of creatures and fragments of
what the earth holds within her shadow.
There, I see them!... lingering barely below the surface... yet they are missed by the
vast majority of the human element who seemingly want to be somewhere else other than
where they are.
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Your words, a stream unburdened by never ending changes of direction, riding, residing on
crested waves... I wonder... Do they seek to view around each upcoming bend as if seeking
another letter, another word, somehow seeking to increase their size and meaning with a
single letter... an "s" perhaps, wanting more than the few letters they are...
or are they seeking to couple to the next word for it fits so well in this train of
thought? No doubt the latter is the case for you control them so well.
After a few I know I thirst for
more....and the best of it... is that the stream that runs through my mind and leaves
me refreshed, is not only from the water, but all that it holds. |
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