Without Delay
Without Delay
The thought, the thought
has come to me
to free these words
and let them be
While looking at
a site online
the thought occurred
to spend some time
just writing words
upon this page
and making fodder
for the stage
a poet’s rhyme?
no, to be sure
each word intends
to be so pure
now listen closely catch a phrase
that never happened on a page
oh take the brush and dip it slow
as if to write upon new snow
Is it a color
you favor most
or first did one
become your host
a canvas stares —
awaits your touch
to take new form
and become as much
A second moves
on times command
behold an oasis
on barren land
each stroke you make
on the canvas sheet
reveals a story
not yet complete
So paint a picture
without delay
to tell your tale
with words you say
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