Masterwords
Christopher Bogart
Poetry paints
with broad brush strokes,
cover canvas with concept.
Fine lines delineate rhymes,
divide thought,
delineate nuance
left in shadow.
The palette of sounds
abound around hues,
find clues to feeling,
motive,
message
best left
to the reader of verbs.
Our words,
like humming birds,
flitter from flower to flower,
captured on canvas,
hour by hour -
little seen,
and rarely heard.
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