Word Conjurer

All alone without support
Ancient spirit, mindless mind
Within your sacrosanct circle of Word
Words of written spoken circles of Soul
Alone the power of Intonation, Incantation
Intimations smitten, Power of Circles Made
Whole in the All Alone
Without support Write,
Ancient Spirit, mindless Mind
Within your sacrosanct Circle of Word,
Smite . . .




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Written on 2015-11-21 at 17:29

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Kathy Lockhart
The mysterious fluid movement and feel of your poem brings up images of spirits be they good or evil. Somehow though, your use of words mean as much for the ear and tongue as for the heart and mind. I lingered and consumed this poetry puzzle for some time and enjoyed all the possibilities. God? Trinity? Conjured? Real? Hmmm... Well done.
2015-11-22