A Journey through Words
By Mad Jack
I search my thoughts for rhythm and rhyme,delicately seasoned like basil and thyme.Words that are pleasing to the inner self,to be read and wept over, not put on a shelf.Lines that convey what I really feel,that speak to the soul with artful appeal,pleasing to a multi-faceted audience,not forced on the page for my own convenience.It's perfection in thoughts turned to words that I seek,though I perceive it eludes me with every critique.Still, I continue in pursuit of my goal,while the journey through words caresses my soul. Written October 28th, 2001 © on Oct 28 2001 02:52 AM PST 0 • 12
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"I search my thoughts for rhythm and rhyme,delicately seasoned like basil and thyme.Words that are pleasing to the inner self,to be read and wept over, not put on a shelf.Lines that convey what I really feel,that speak to the soul with artful appeal,pleasing to a multi-faceted audience,not forced on the page for my own convenience.It's perfection in thoughts turned to words that I seek,though I perceive it eludes me with every critique.Still, I continue in pursuit of my goal,while the journey through words caresses my soul...."