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My simple words are like scratches on a flat desolate rock,

                                                                                  that  no one else will ever see

Yours, intricate words, engraved on shinny granite, a monument;

                                                                                          to what poetry should be

My expression, tortured streams of vowels; begging to be saved;

                                                                                                   drowning in the seas

While your verses, paint a lush green landscape; with exploding blooms,

                                                                                                         from cherry trees

My scrawls fill no heart, cause no soul to soar, to such heights;  

                                                                                         that they are then set free

Yet you, with a stroke of a quill, open up our eyes, to scene’s of beauty;

                                                                                                              akin to ecstasy

Could I but collect your words, brushed aside, discarded;

                                                                             judged unworthy in your poetry

And use them as my own, your scraps would be my treasure;

                                                                                         and this would be my plea

That each night, while your poesy, flows sweetly through my mind;

                                                                                         they be set to my memory

So when I wake, I remember, all those lofty words, and that they came;

                                                                                                               from inside me

BOEMS BY JA 536