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Word Weavers

a plunging plume I settle,
to witness
the weaver of words

consume a kettle,
and feast on the thickness
of ingredients served

words of wire,
entangle and ensnare
my imagination

I admire
the spangle and glare,
of their illumination

of violet vowels,
and the complexion
of their consonants

creating isles,
of connection
that transmit consummate

reflections
of the spirit,
the mystique of the mind

as sections
of threaded lyrics,
uniquely unwind

unveiling the
incense of sorrows,
or dreams of pearl

retelling their
pasts, present,
or tomorrow’s world

as they blow
through whistles and horns,
with notes of oil

while they grow
by thistles and thorns,
with quotes from soil

leaking rivers
of emotions,
that flow from spigots

speaking slivers
of potions,
to buy my ticket...
Written by DeanD
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