
He dips His pen in the black hole of night
To recover an image and give it more light
Sometimes He uses a digital pad
Revising the first idea He had
Editing in and out of time
Honing the meter and smoothing the rhyme
He deftly spells and abbreviates
Cities, town, mountains and lakes
The metaphor of His master plan
Is hand to God and God to man
And when the poets have had their say
He folds them, with love, away
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From The House Where Winter Begins, Poems by David Thane Cornell. ©️ 2011
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Commentary:
Is this art not beautiful? I really celebrate this piece. Thank you David Thane Cornell.
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God may be the master of creativity but He created you with the gift of a flowing pen.
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True Gerry. Very true. Thank you for your kind comment!
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