We bring the indescribable alive.
Words sweat and work up gumption.
Words can anesthetize wounds,
that subtle knives
scar us with at each of life´s junctions.
The letters gather to give you glamour,
flavour and phrases you can savour.
Poems are rivers, lakes and pools.
That undermine money-margin minded fools.
Poets are magicians of word´s fine threads.
Indulging on metaphors and cacophony until our
minds are fed.
Words are the spiritual ambulance
and the ephemeral nurse.
I´m the rhyming imposter-I´m sure you´ve heard.
Now sit back as I relate, recite
and rehearse!
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