Gathering Words…The Process Of A Poet…

On the threshold of a word… the poet assumes the form of a bird… realizing wings…and eyes so keen… he flies in the face of gravity…

Stretching his body in the broad expanse… he flings a phrase and takes a chance… knowing full well… that those who read… will search for meaning in between…WORDS…

His gliding flight gives him rest… Gathering words to make them guess… is there truth to build a life… or only deception that comes as light?…

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