Not For Chatter
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Words Are Not For Chatter

by Paul Hall, April, 1986, Mt. Isa, Australia.

I sit, and hold a black ink pen,

as wording in progression's files

drifts past the pages now and then

the thoughts that burned in memory 

one hundred thousand miles

as twice around this Earth I watched

the stars' sweet wind-blown smiles.

And now as in some dreaming tense

I peer into all time;

I, hoping for some happenstance,

emerge with metered rhyme.

And what of all the eloquence 

I gathered in my youth?

I stir my thoughts in hops to bring

the best they can produce.

For words are not for chatter.

They work or they destroy.

I'll do the best that I can do

to keep from that decoy

meant only for impressions

to get people to buy.

I'll advertise discretion,

and thus cause them to try.

 --Fine art, digital art, music, several voice introductions,  my artwork, sociology,  the cosmos, economics, education, medicine, poetry, humor, premonitions, covered bridges, feedback, the website search engine, contents, weblogs, art school, classes.

I, hoping for some happenstance...

Copyright (c) 1987 by Paul Hall.  All rights reserved.

emerge with metered rhyme.