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A Sip and a Nib
The poet sits and stares,
then doodles and sketches,
wondering where this will lead.
A sip from the cup of wisdom,
a wandering stare looks
through a window, searching
for worldly ineffable words
of brilliant order, expressing
the unspeakable, describing
all indescribable forbidden things.
A pen finds the artist’s hand,
familiar fingers hold its frame
and place the nib upon paper.
It begins: a poet’s search
for perfection and beauty.
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Look both ways through the window of inspiration.
Mind the gaps for perfect words.
Our Literary Journey 
As promised, I have returned 😉
This is truly wonderful, Bill.
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Thank you, Dale.
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Well-deserved!
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When I read how you reacted to the prompt and the sequence of writing (even looking it up), then reading your poem, I realized we did the same things and arrived with a similar messages.
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That was lovely — I especially like the cup of wisdom, look out the window thing — very writerly.
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Thank you, Joey.
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You achieved both perfection and beauty with this poem, although perfection is a forbidden thing – or so I’m told 🙂
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A poem is never finished, merely abandon.
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