What does good poetry do to me?

It wraps me deep
inside a blanket
of

TONGUE T
W
I
S
T
I
N
G

SOUL GRIPPING

versions of different l-e-t-t-e-r-i-n-g


P
My heart rises straight U
to the stars of ETERNITY

where i shall forever lie
at the MERCY of each harmonizing WORD

Each word that holds a budding romance of its own

A different story to be told each time

Each syllable to be different with each rhyme
how dost thou compare these words to a plain and simple Para
graph


Can a poem written in a c o m p e
l x format
bring me to my knees as so?
can it make me forget where i am?
it takes away my sense of REALITY

while ?lost? in thought and in a trance
I watch the words as they flow

dance my little words, dance!
take away my breath like you ALWAYS DO!

Only you know how to sway my senses

Make them rapidly bumpintoeachother

So i cant see straight
I cant think clearly

Oh, how I remember the clever way your poet strung you to get her

how he strung your words so carefully
and placed each letter, each syl-a-bul
with a
DIVINE
gentle flick of the pen

"FOLLOW ME" he says

FAR FROM --->HERE

Some place where good poems thrive
they dance aROUND us

look at how they -Shine-

the way they radiate into my eyes

makes the soul smile so bright

as a woven shoe continues to walk a C R OO ked path
it stops to sense the air...the beating pulse of ALL

FRET NOT if one should come to find a WALL blocking thy art of wordYness

oh, how a simple cloud
can form an inspiration

look not where you step next..
but where thou has dared not to step

for every good word
lays in the land of

FORBIDDEN LUST

(something only few can trust)

sing with me little one
for thy journey has
just
begun
[now that we've reached the end]

 
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