NaPoWriMo

Each day brings a dozen new tales
with numerous words apiece
illuminated in individuality,
no two quite the same
as the lines pass by
in step to the days on a calendar.
Too numerous and diverse
to inspect in detail
with proper deference and respect
as impossible as briefly glancing
yet fully appreciating
all the art in a gallery
in only a solitary piece.
For we are painters
and words are our brush
to the page as our canvas
where ten words can portray a picture.
Whether they come from matters not,
originating in personal experience
or conjured by divine inspiration
or prompt provided,
they appear
and are present.
Beholden to something greater
than the sum of their parts and particles
not contained in contest
but found in the context
of universal harmony
and the collective creation
that underpins all human civilisation
regardless of race or creed
of colour or gender
or of knowledge
as it is the outpouring of words
that is the true merit and value
equal as a creative outlet of being.