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Poetry is the Difference
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When I can't paint like Picasso
You hand me
the paintbrush
the paint
and the canvas
and then turn
my muse into a masterpiece.
When I fail to sing like a star
still I hear the symphony of every star
in choral rendition
each resonating
with bright words borne on a comet
that never dims.
When I can't feel love
Then beneath the ebbing embers
of my fading affection
I gather words that burns
yet never consumes
I churn words that turn
but never upturn
I deliver words that shimmer
when feelings hit dusk.
Same story, same part
played in a thousand ways:
Poetry is the difference.
© Jed's
When I can't paint like Picasso
You hand me
the paintbrush
the paint
and the canvas
and then turn
my muse into a masterpiece.
When I fail to sing like a star
still I hear the symphony of every star
in choral rendition
each resonating
with bright words borne on a comet
that never dims.
When I can't feel love
Then beneath the ebbing embers
of my fading affection
I gather words that burns
yet never consumes
I churn words that turn
but never upturn
I deliver words that shimmer
when feelings hit dusk.
Same story, same part
played in a thousand ways:
Poetry is the difference.
© Jed's
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