What does it take to poem
Is doing such, a real verb?
To make words clang or chime
To bring out what in time has always
Been there, but lived a quiet life
in our known world, waiting unseen
As any artist does to live on
Oft not for gold or silver
Which tarnishes with time
But for pure love, rewarded indeed
Very rare, for one's words to match
Another's words, close in space, time
Even rarer, for a ********* of minds
Like many inventions throughout time
Words for worlds, from a mind's time
Laid in neat or no order, posed this way
and all that, to last long in time
Give light to a world, waiting for next
© 2017 Jim Davis
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
What does it take to poem
Is doing such, a real verb?
To make words clang or chime
To bring out what in time has always
Been there, but lived a quiet life
in our known world, waiting unseen
As any artist does to live on
Oft not for gold or silver
Which tarnishes with time
But for pure love, rewarded indeed
Very rare, for one's words to match
Another's words, close in space, time
Even rarer, for a ********* of minds
Like many inventions throughout time
Words for worlds, from a mind's time
Laid in neat or no order, posed this way
and all that, to last long in time
Give light to a world, waiting for next
© 2017 Jim Davis
