Weaving lace with words and phrases
Is a craft I've known since
childhood.
Finding subtleness in language;
Romantic eccentricities.
Twisting metaphoric diction
As the ink flows onto page,
Filling, flooding, overflowing-
Miles and miles of deep emotion.
New twists.,
Old twists,
Trite distinctions,
Flavoring, savoring conversations
Dulled by enigmatic charm.
Afraid to harm linguistic manners,
Searching, striving for the next
Euphoric phrase meant to impress.
Never quite as comfortable with
Confrontations face to face.
Preference yields to empty pages
There before me to complete.
Conversations live but moments.
The written word knows no defeat.
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