Spun words as a weaver spinning threads
upon her loom hoping that colors
will strike the brilliant chord
such as the composer who like magic
pulls each note threaded in the air
above him espouses
to encapsulate emotions
within the composition
whereupon they will be released
by those who listen
in tears of sorrow
tears of joy
or anger fleeting
as a doused
flame
with only the bliss
of knowing it was I
who lit the flame
that dances across
the reader’s face
as they imbue
their senses
with the words
of a poem
is all I envisage
© September 2018 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created as Art
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