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Speaking Only To Him

Poetry By: dibbledabble

I wanted to pay homage to a teacher that saw something in me that others hadn't. She introduced me to poetry and helped me realize that I was more than just a dumb kid. She helped me more than she could ever imagine.

Thank you Miss Honeybun where ever you may be.

This I hope explains how you helped me.

Submitted:Dec 15, 2011    Reads: 24    Comments: 12    Likes: 7   

Speaking Only To Him

From a simple line great meaning are spun

Gossamer thin they drift upon the wind

Stronger than steel in their appeal

Arched eloquences passing by one by one

Blind eyes scornful grin at the dullard gathering them in

Fist bound gossamer thread, heavy with expectation

Gentle as butterfly wings his hand unfurls

Away from the guffaws he peers in

A hand full of lines each gracefully placed

Each strand elastic in its measured length

Subtle in form beats each cord

United as one life force loudly the call

Open palm, open heart the strands are him

Compact and deceiving but to a pliable mind

Thrifty words impact in explosive lines

Not what can be read but what can be felt

A marriage of reader and author it could be said

Touched by the pen of a great hand

On invisible thermals he climbs

Immense in understanding soaring high on knowledge's wings

No longer a dullard, but capable of great things.



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