The Wordsmaster.

wrote this at 12:13 am. =) i think it's the longest i've written. i quite like it.

I am the Wordsmaster.

I paint pictures with words.

I cause tears, laughter, reminiscence.

A few words, similes, analogies

And I have them cowing in wonder.

 

Wordsmaster, they say, tell us a story.

Show us a new world.

With glittering streams of diamonds,

Mountains of deepest emeralds.

Flocks of birds singing sweet lullabies,

While a glowing moon rises in a cloudless sky.

Where trees reach towards an azure sky,

The squirrels in them chattering, thinking of nuts and dreys.

 

Tell us of deserts of red sand,

Ever flowing dunes and valleys.

Where rare oasis’s hide,

Shining in the midday sun,

Glistening in the midnight moon.

Where stray vultures soar the empty sky,

Seeking new prey.

 

Tell us, Wordsmaster, of home.

Of a mother’s love, comforting her child.

Of happiness, shining through lives.

Of friendship, laughter, jokes and joy.

Of learning new things,

Meeting new people.

 

Wordsmaster, tell us of fair things,

That we may forget the foul.

The husband beating the wife into submission.

The wars over long forgotten matters.

Violence, terror, the monsters under our beds.

Please, Wordsmaster,

Wash away those thoughts,

And tell us of joy.

For we cannot bear to think upon our wrongdoings.

Reviews

[Lorraine]

I love your descriptions, vivid and so alive. Also, your tone carries a childlike voice but with the understanding and knowledge of an adult. Beautiful poem in thoughts and in words. Just one thing, the last line just seems a bit off for some reason. You might want to improve it.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[John Morris]

This is a fantastic write.

'streams of diamonds'

This creates an amazing picture.

Brilliant write.

[Emmie]

The imagery in this poem was endless joy for me. Especially in the 2nd and 3rd stanza. Nice job.