A poet’s words,
Are not just written,
They are an inscribed,
Razored calligraphy,
That enters the skin,
Allowing words,
To be worn forever,
From the outside,
In.
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I like the essence of the poem, however personally I find the short lines not to my liking (this is my general taste in poetry as I find it a poor structure to read, perhaps a better format to listen to). However this poem was engaging and an interesting write. Thanks for sharing.
I agree with you. Hope you are not too surprised. The poem was originally written in a long format prose style, which generally I much prefer, however I find that poems that are presented in that format on WP are less often read. Thank you so much for taking the time to comment as I agree with you perspective and appreciate your doing so.
excellent poem and great image to go with it as well!
Thank you = )
wonderfully written!
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Beautiful words straight from the soul of a poet, nicely done
Love and light
Jem
Thank you so much Jem.