Limn Of Mine-- A Poetess
In the mind of a poet deep secrets lie dormant waiting to be revealed
Deep in the crevices of the primordial subconscious lie sealed
Unasked questions, wordless thoughts, and unspoken desires get prevailed.
The poet pours forth a veritable fountain of verbose interludes
Choosing each word carefully to project the perfect preludes
As a painter paints in hues and shades, the poet paints in words
In verbs and nouns portraying visions of thoughts of a LORD
Creating a work of art ... a picture can paint a thousand words.
But in the mind of a poet a word can paint a thousand snaps
To choose just the right word to portray just the right emotion
To convey just the right thought - this is the art of the poet’s claps.
And in the mind of a poet, every word is integral to the whole
Every single word is seen as necessary to express the perfect thought
The perfect meaning, the perfect expression of mind and soul.
In the mind of the poet, the Creator is the Creation creating the CREATOR
The poet becomes as a god, creating from darkness and sore.
Writing into existence with sentences new creations, bringing new life
Expressing new visions, new revelations in the rapid thrive.