My Thanks To the Real Poets Here
My spirit yearns to soar the lofty heights you attain
with careful rhyme your words sing a symphony
while marching across the page in cadence strong.
You brush with artist's deft stroke across canvas
pure beauty in words, painting a masterpiece
visions seen with poet eyes more sighted than mine.
With gifts of depth, love of language, an instinctive
weaver's knowledge you create rich tapestries of color
blending music, vision, expression pure and true.
My spirit's own merit lacks such ability, yet remains
contentedly grateful to be transported to places
it could not go unless stowed beneath your gifted wings.
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