The Poet’s Gift
Posies on my canvas,
Fragrant scents in our midst;
Euphoric novels,
Typeset abstractions
Of a heart-woven dream…
Drops of tasty plum
On this golden old goblet,
Ink that writes the plume
Of downy feather
And dainty tip.
To, Life’s imageries, depict
In perfect truth,
In service of spirits blithe—
This is the Poet’s Gift.
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