The Poet's Ink
Heady words rush free and rampant,
gushing forth in flooding tides
from a hand that's poised to pen them.
On their waves, emotion rides.
Sometimes clear and sometimes cryptic,
words will rise and overflow,
spilling forth from swollen banks to
then present in grand tableau.
The poet's ink of time and temper
ever waits to hear the tune...
longs to seize double entendre
and carve it into poetic rune.
Intoxicating words rush, rearing
in effusion, flash in tides...
the poet's hand is poised to pen them...
on breaking waves, emotion rides.
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