THE MEASURE OF A POET

Every inch a poet

from his tippy toes

to his restless fingers

whence the poetry flows.

 

Every inch a word

running into lines

waiting on the edge of breath

ready to be heard.

 

Will you read for me

the measure of your life,

those inches spinning into miles

that set your spirit free?

◄ BRIE de MERSEY

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raypool

Wed 21st Feb 2018 17:05

How remiss of me to overlook your comments, sorry. Just minesweeping today and here they are.

Cheers, Col my pleasure.

Martin, Frankly I wasn't garnering my own bouquet here, but so pleased you fitted me up to it!!
great comment by the way.

Liking your likes, Frances, Hannah and Pat. !

Ray

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Martin Elder

Sun 11th Feb 2018 17:08

Assume you are talking about yourself here ray for which it is certainly true
marvellous poem

<Deleted User> (13762)

Sat 10th Feb 2018 22:52

Lovely Ray. Thanks for posting. Col.

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