Wizardly words

Wanderlust of quill,
words woven in poetry,
wizardly powers.

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A happy rhyme

Trickling through my quill,
ripe words, scrawl a happy rhyme.
would you love to read?

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Musings

My inspiration,
Your name flows forth through my quill,
Friend, I miss you so.

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Magical trail

The glimmering shards,
Words spilling from trembling tip,
Leave magical trail.

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The muse

Once more, his quill stains A4 blanks,

Scribbling and scrawling against time.

And every single syllable talks only of you.

The poet’s chosen muse, he reveres you.

In gliding thoughts and flowing words filling the blanks.

His imagination brims with sentiments of lovely time.

Perhaps this will be one last time,

That his quill will talk of you.

With you gone, he lays it to rest amidst fluttering blanks.

He holds you again in the blanks, scribbling poems and prose each time, knows not what to write but you.

Z is for ... Zeal

Sitting here with zeal,
I spill some words on paper,
Rhymes flow from my quill.

L is for ... Love

Thy love gives me voice.
Between the lines I scribble,
I yearn, surrender.
My quill yields, ingeminate,
I paint my paper with you.

Date with my quill

From the recycled quire,
Fresh, clammy, and
Heady with
Wood and bleach,
A blank A4 sheet
Posed au naturel,
Shivered slightly,
Restive, yet patient.
Teasing caresses
Of my quill,
Pregnant pause,
Brazen coquet,
Relenting gradually.
The osculations left
An indelible inky-blue trail.