Aspirations drip from laden quills,
souls in quest of immortality,
words so eloquent to last in thought,
heart imbued with wisdom’s deft ascent.
Writers thoughts collect,
like a sky of clouds ammasing afore a storm,
and from the darkness depths,
a flurry of words upon a page ensue,
as if lightening strikes, just before rain is due.
And within this ardent purpose,
as ink to page in scribbled wonder,
rhyme find hold and meanings sold,
as songs echo from heaven’s realm,
to recognise the splendid beauty therein.
The poet finds his muse and in frantic moves,
vying for the words to stick,
implores all of beauty’s hand bequeathed,
to marry thoughts and hearts to meld,
in glory of the love beseeched.
The joy and solace at work’s end,
those words so honed to share the heart,
can in no way be besmirched,
as creative mind and love combined,
flow so effortlessly to find place in thought.
Poetry is an art, not just of words but of heart,
and a poet knows he or she wears that heart upon the page,
for beauty finds the soul and in blessing
gives lightness to its ascension,
as we express our art, our love of words to share.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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