A wordsmith crafts , in forge of thought , two constructs crude , though finely wrought For each may pass , to fulfill a need , in solitude , fruits born of seed . Not judged by half , with both employed , and in full light , across the void . Add wheat to chaff , in such a way , to coax insight , from matter gray .
Me thinks also, if you tell me you wrote this in an hour I'll going back to writing kids Nursery rhymes, if it took you 20 years then I will have to live again, to gain an insight into life and how to express it.
Bewilderment , USA
To Hoot Owl rn & U.K Hero , thank you , but no master I ,this poem was writen over the course of a nine hour workday and was an exercise to see how many ways a rhyme would work without losing all coherent meaning .To me the story line was weak and self indulgent , but I did want to experiment
Member Rara Avis
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!