RK
A slinger of ink
a hoister of thought,
I bandy words about
provocatively.
My muse dabbles in form,
creativity freely flirts
with no shame
or rhyme.
With a preference to love,
I cannot abide
animosity through what I scribble.
Let me enchant you
in verse,
allow my contemplations
to beguile you.
Erratic though it may seem,
there is always a purpose,
a thread that ties
it all together.
Ponder
what I have presented,
think
on this declaration of purpose.
If my words are enough,
then I need not state
the question which has
been answered.
I love it! So glad you're with us at #OctPoWriMo again! You have such a powerful voice.
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