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