Of the muse

Sharing upon this 

I write my




Then a papyri, stone and wood

Now paper and epaper

Does not matter how it is written on

A poem is a poem

Prose still a prose

Verses upon endless refrains.


A good scriber once told the audience of “be”

It “be“came something

Thus a good word of the word

Comes out of all of it.

Unto our eyes, heared it from reading thus fleshed out

In visual terms.

Yes we are children of the word,

If the word was not there

Where would it be,

But it is here

Evident in our existance upon the sociological terms.

And yes we are of the word

Living proof 

That liveth day after day.


For National Poetry Day


Fae by artsydhude May 2016


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