This Is The Place Poem by Martin Swords
This Is The Place
Where words and wisdom
Grow on trees
Rich ripe ready words
Falling on paper
Rhythms too are there
On branches, waving
In the wind
And thought bunches
Blossoming, scent
The air in this place
There are hills to climb
And wonder what’s behind,
In this place
Water too is there,
Dripping, dripping
Slow, worrying a word
Into a rock
Martin Swords Oct.2007
Poetry Is The Place
This evocatively almost magical place, calls to the childlike wonder within, a doorway to the poetic muse. God piece Martin. Shaun. PS try my 'Magic' if you will.
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4/18/2024 8:39:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a beautiful poem, Martin. The best of yours I've read thus far. Your 'rich ripe ready words' have certainly hit their mark in this reader's heart. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥