I am no poet, but if you think for yourselves, as I proceed, the facts will form a poem in your minds. – Michael Faraday
inadequate words
on an infinite space
mediocre phrases
searching for a place
shattered feelings
on an empty page
an ordinary show
on an open stage
freedom to write
and an urge to share
the conspiring thoughts
are just too much to bear
when the lyrical scent
starts to fill the air
the courtship with words
becomes an endless affair
RMP
4/12/2017
Winnipeg MB Canada
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