Alone in the emptiness of a room
The poet is cogitating and starts to loom
Themes ooze sporadically like the flight of a balloon
Pictures proceed into the stillness of a full moon.
Thoughts foreign to his mental space
Come into form beautifully without haste
Adding each line with a distinctive taste
To conjure the perfect idyllic paste.
Yet within the confines of his soul
The poet reaches into his growth pole
He digs depths of rhapsody untold
Sparkling and glittering towards a goal.
Manifestations spew out onto the road
Meanings and metaphors rapture the load
The poet overcomes and exhibits the bold
By celebrating lyrical verse written in gold.
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