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Of what poetic alchemy does this leaden torch
Transmute to golden lines, ear whisperings?
Do our hearts not skip a beat when the comfortable
Silence that is part of our poem's melody's weave,
Within its tapestry, are placed just so?
Is it not a pointless point, my pen's unending point
Does alight, for reading isn't hearing?
Is not a twig of poetree, earthen, sun sparked,
Skybound, too true to expound?
And when our heart gestures,
Bleeding ink lines dance,
Engraves such imagery in a mind's eye,
Feelings within a breast, bemusing the ear,
Do they not accompany
In the Spheres choreography?
Is nature not awoke
When bards extemporaneously
Evoke such wonder
That co-creation of the universe is quickened?
Ya got me!, a listener asserts
Dismissively, as the audience laughs.



Challenge :) Multi-phrase:

'comfortable silence',

'bleeding ink'; with K.C.

By reality1

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Phrase/Theme Multi Challenge-read page for rules, into, and REQUIRED PHRASES AND THEME (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Phrase/Theme Multi Challenge-read page for rules, into, and REQUIRED PHRASES AND THEME (challenge has been closed)


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