With my solution upon my parchment bright
I conjure worlds where imagination takes flight
The ink flows free, a wondrous, winding stream
As letters spin forth, fabricating words unseen
A tapestry of meaning, rich and vibrant, is gleaned
The poet's craft, a magic, all its own, is spun
Within the story, rhythm and rhyme find its time
A symphony of language, a harmony sublime
The words come alive, a dance, a sweet, sweet crime
In this realm of fantasy, I find my peace
Where words are woven, a cloak, a gentle release
From the mundane, I escape, and find my release
The quill whispers secrets, of a world untold
A realm of wonder, where the heart doth unfold
A place where dreams are born, and magic is told
In the silence, I hear the words take shape
A whispered promise, of a tale to create
A world of wonder, where the heart doth await
The parchment whispers back, with a gentle sigh
As the words take form, and the story comes alive
A dance of language, a wondrous, winding flight
In this world of words, I find my heart's desire
A place where imagination, doth set the fire
A flame that burns bright, a beacon in the night
The quill and parchment, a wondrous, mystic pair
A partnership of magic, beyond compare
Together they weave, a tale beyond the air
In the realm of poetry, I find my home
Where words are woven, a tapestry, all my own
A place where heart and soul, are forever sown
The whispers of the quill, a gentle, guiding hand
That leads me through the realms, of this wondrous land
A place where magic dwells, and poetry stands.
By David B Hurlburt Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem