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An introductory poem to take front page of a poetry notebook. |
Make your mark in lines and dots So these graphite ropes and knots Can bind the intangible to A state consistent, less a new Breeze dissipate what the old Formed to never again be told. Runic magic, hold in thrall Whoever chooses to stall Their day in reading And as a tree from a seedling May these past marks hold Their true meaning, to be retold. Bind here my musing’s oratory In the form of written poetry. |