Precipitate an illusion, from the mists of imagination;
Foggy machinations, finely tempered to rhyme,
It is Art! An oft repeated thought given new reflection,
Meaning locked inside, released in perfect time!
Artists are mad-men, leading thought in a new direction;
Tantalizing! Light then dark, bordering on crime!
Meanderings in crimson, trimmed with lacey perfection;
Word notes strung together in a musical chime!
Messages inserted by rhythm; such a delicate inflection;
Highlights spark interest; just a squeeze of lime!
I hope you like this little ditty, born in joyful imagination;
A soft feather tickle, rainbow happiness sublime!
joyindestructible 
I do and others will! The joy of words. You made me want to write a poem!
Thank you, Pam!
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Thank you, Maria. It was a release. My thoughts have been too heavy lately. God bless.
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Light heartening 😊 I like this.
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This had a wonderful cadence and rhythm to it. Well done.
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Thank you, Jacob. It was fun!
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Brisk (your poem conjured this word, I didn’t), refreshing, I could feel the waterfall and foam bubbling up into the breeze.
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Thank you. I had a lot of fun with it. Like the songs I make up for my grandchildren.:0)
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That’s nice Pam, those kids will never forget that
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Beautiful imagination, carefree
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Or, care-escape.:0) No matter what’s going on in life sometimes, God just blesses us with a bit of sheer child-like happiness. God is good.
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Thank you for this poem.
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My pleasure, Jim. God bless.
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