WORDSMITH

WORDSMITH
Thoughts rain down on a barren page
Maybe of love or abject rage
A minute of life each word has bought
Each line a sentence or space a thought
A true-life quirk to buy a smile
The complex verse an unwound coil          
Words so sad they make you cry
A solicitous rhyme to bring a sigh
Wrote from the heart but not the soul
A truth to tell yet not the whole
Smell sweet corn on a summer day
See the image words portray
Feel the cold of blizzard snow
The latent heat of a fire’s glow
A feeling time a place or tort
Though set in verse provoke a thought
A will to write the words to read
For anyone their eyes to feed
They are but words on any line
To stir a thought of long past time
In mind a memory always there
An unused thought that’s going spare
Unlock a mind with this literal key
Yet never know that this was me
JP.