I often think in Prose, in Rhyme,
My diction flowing in Lyrical time,
Mighty as a Fervent flood in Spring,
They tumble and trip, Laugh and Sing,
Shaping themselves as they Rush along,
Wherever they Lead me, Right or Wrong,
Creating Tales both Epic and Frail
Like a Leviathan Upon the waves to Sail,
Into the waters of my Imagination,
Billowing with Vivid Exhortation,
Though often Blithe in Rhyme and Measure,
And Sometimes Unsuspected Treasure,
These words Pouring like Tempting Wine,
Revealing my Musings to Gently Shine.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Igor Zenin
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Beautiful Morgan, love the picture too!
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Thank You Diana ๐ I do so appreciate your kind support of me!
Have a Fantastic Weekend~
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So beautiful and you weave those lyrical words so wonderfully!
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Thanks Ever So Michelle ๐ I am so fortunate to have so many marvelous and supportive friends here and to count you amoung them is a great blessing to me ๐
Have a Fantastic Weekend~
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You too sweet friend. I so love all you do. I’ve been so busy all week I need to catch up. Have a super weekend yourself.
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Wonderful, Morgan! I can get drunk on your words ๐
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OH so nice of you ๐ Here, let me pour you another glass ….
Thanks Ever So ~
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Lovely post Morgan!
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Thank You Ben ๐ I confess, I wrote this in the wee early hours of the morn,..thus my thoughts are reflected in that hazy, shady sky of the picture ๐
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