Master Word Weaver ~ OpenLinkNight
While Claudia is busying herself prepping the pub for tomorrow's OpenLinkNight, I'm totally ahead of the game! (For Once!) With a busy week looming, I wasn't going to miss out on the fantastic addiction this weekly meeting of the minds has become. Rather than babble on in my typical fashion, I just want to be sure each and everyone of you understand how important you are to me and my sanity (my friends and family should be lining up to thank you as well!) Here's to dVersePoets & OpenLinkNight.
Master Word Weaver
Master Word Weaver...make me your believer
In your words I wallow
Held steady by your pen.
Master Poet....know it
Your music fuels my drive
Ambition bled in ink
upon these crinkled pages
my story, slow to telling
but you tease and persist
urging truth, removing shadows
kindred spirits gather
rejoicing in your words.
Master Word Weaver...does your truth deceive her?
Spilling light upon the hills
where the monsters of yesterday
cower at your hand.
Rewriting the histories,
how we perceive us to be,
beaten down by the hands of power
no longer will we cower
steady...at the ready.
Master Poet...know it
as we rise to take our place
You inspire strength
you give to us a voice
a weapon
an army
Master Word Weaver, born a ready leader
we await
your next command.
Master Word Weaver
Master Word Weaver...make me your believer
In your words I wallow
Held steady by your pen.
Master Poet....know it
Your music fuels my drive
Ambition bled in ink
upon these crinkled pages
my story, slow to telling
but you tease and persist
urging truth, removing shadows
kindred spirits gather
rejoicing in your words.
Master Word Weaver...does your truth deceive her?
Spilling light upon the hills
where the monsters of yesterday
cower at your hand.
Rewriting the histories,
how we perceive us to be,
beaten down by the hands of power
no longer will we cower
steady...at the ready.
Master Poet...know it
as we rise to take our place
You inspire strength
you give to us a voice
a weapon
an army
Master Word Weaver, born a ready leader
we await
your next command.
Comments
Wow been a while since you took such a tour
You weaved your words so well
A master indeed with each on that fell
Glad you have your sanity too
But crazy is fun between me and you...haha
Hank
and the ending
"Master Word Weaver, born a ready leader
we await
your next command."
Revolutionary to the world!
a weapon
an army....
We have a voice and our words are weapons that seek to make the world a better place. Great capture here. Love it!
A rousing verse "woven" here!
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2012/01/10/nightlights/
"Master Poet....know it
Your music fuels my drive"
There is power in our poetic unity:
"you give to us a voice
a weapon
an army"
Thank you for all your recent comments; you've made my (and my husband's) day. :)
We are at war - of that there is no doubt...
The claustrophobic system inches in gradually.
Poetry resists and repels violently and beautifully.
We are at war - of this there is no doubt
I could cry - but poetry allows me to shout!
i love it love it love it....
Thanks for your support too
big up yourself ^^^^^^ :)
~l
cower at your hand.
Rewriting the histories,
how we perceive us to be,
I enjoyed this one immensely!
http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/01/16/monday-melting-week-2/