It is truly who I am…
hiding behind all this glam
just an alchemist of words
sidestepping those prosaic herds
Transforming a word at a time
mere prose into a golden rhyme
mere cliche into a lasting truth
a honest liar of poetic sooth
Never sure where it all will go
once I begin each poetry flow
once the ink decides to then spill
as I then dip deep my lone quill
Then I so easily use my charm
to so easily fully disarm…
everyone who dares listen
while these stanzas still glisten
Until the final line is recited
with speaker and listener invited
both left to solve the mystery
of all of this deft alchemistry
I hope the mystery is never solved.
And you’re not just an alchemist of words, S. You’re so much more.