conjure a rhyme
It takes a short time,
to conjure a rhyme.
Just a short burst,
to conquer word thirst.
Somewhere out there,
to here, a poem appears.
Black letters take stage,
in place, on white page.
Mystical notions emerge,
form ideas’ quick surge.
Merge into dense lines,
crisp images entwine.
Riddle's answer unfold,
old stories retold.
Restore sight to the blind,
deep conundrums unbind.
Enigmas clearly unwind,
released subtly sublime.
Now open a world,
see solutions unfurled.
A grand reader peruses,
for his own uses,
vivid images that fuses
thoughts inspired by The Muses.
© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
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A Long
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