I am an
artist without brush,
Yet it's on my
resume...
My paint
is inspiration,
Transcends in
unique way.
I am an
architect it seems,
For poems I love
to build...
A speaker in a
sense also,
My voice cannot
be stilled.
I am a
connoisseur as well,
Of words
placed in direction...
Attempt to give
a pleasing look,
To poems
that seek perfection.
I am a weaver
working with,
All colors,
every hue...
To weave into a
tapestry,
Bright
words held up for view.
I am a doctor in
disguise,
Surgery is my
forte...
I cut
out words or suture them,
Should those get
in my way.
I am faint voice
that's barely heard,
Amidst large sea of
them...
Posterity will
read and judge,
Search for that
one small gem.
(c)
12/30/07 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Bumming
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