PoetA Poem by klewisI realize that a poet's poetry within a poem is a little trite, but I prefer the term "insipid." It makes me sound smarter.His writings screamed out loud on the page, Revealing the beauty and strength of our age; From tender things that rolled off the tongue, To the fitful torrents of rage and storm; He strung up the words meant to be sung, Or let out the anger that took the words' form.
Better displaying the best of the mind; I thirstily took all his work till the dawn - Musings provoking the things left unseen; Melodies and lyrics as scenes were drawn, Like thirst-quenching waters I drank from the stream.© 2010 klewisReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 31, 2010 Last Updated on July 31, 2010 AuthorklewisAcross From That Tumbleweed Over There, NMAboutAvid reader, avid writer, avid procrastinator. I was born at the age of zero fourteen and a half years ago in the desert, and that's where I am today. As far as I'm concerned, that's where I'll sta.. more..Writing
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