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Weaving Words
(The Poet’s Calling)
I wander my world
weaving words into verse
plaiting my thoughts
into silken skeins of sense
rendering images
from my mind’s eye
to this digital paper
perverse perception
lending life to poetry
lust to hope
and love to mon amour
the written word.
Only in time
with wish fulfilment
perchance my dreams
will meet my expectations
and produce that meisterwerk
whose impetus
drives me on
Roland's Ragbag 
You certainly weave your words into beautiful shining plaits Roland. The poem shines
of the love and fun you get out of the wordsmithship. The master work you search you might already reach ever so often. 😊 .
Miriam
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I thank you for your generous response, Miriam.
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The essence of all creative drives
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Thank you. Derrick.
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