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A-Musing Tale

By The Golden Pen

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

A poem is many things, a wonderous concuction, A painting done in an array Of different hues in a pallet of style and diction. What makes a poem a 'poem' you say? It is quite difficult, You see... Any body can be a poet if he takes pen in hand And out of the studio of his heart paints words into poetry. True poetry, my friend.. Is but a menagery Of emotions felt a while ago, painted on a page Inspired by the Muse with a fury captured in bright imagery in a kaleidoscope of lanquage! Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 01:15 PM PST, Mary Aris   0 • 9

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