The first cold letters, alone on the page.
A quick pencil found them,
and the lively and beautiful syllables blossomed.
The pale book felt the pencil
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An excellent poem from an different point of view. Not a word out of place, clear, touching... Well done!
This poem greatly described the birth of words to chain up verses and sentences to have great imagery and context in a plain or blunt page....fabulous piece written with fine rhymes and diction.
Very imaginative! And it captures the way poems are born sometimes in our heads, a word at a time, groping for others that ensnare the thoughts and feelings, seeking a sound that is both music and meaning. Thank you, Paul, this is one to treasure.