The poet's servitude stays unrequited, or not?




WORDS

 

Words are given like expensive jewels
Brilliantly cut and faceted so as to
Reflect the very essence of One's soul
Is it enough to listen well
And ponder the meaning and so dwell
Upon a seven-eighth empty page
White in its ultimate innocence
Etched with the jeweller's essence,
Or craft some of our own to give
The jeweller some appreciation
For their devout act of crafting?

 

 

© Griffonner 2025





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Written on 2025-07-15 at 11:37

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A considered, sincere response always is appreciated. One which seems mostly intended to draw attention to the commenter isn't.
2025-07-15