anchored silver

silver drops of pen
fill the milky white paper
yield to the poet’s force
voice of the soul is written

words play one another
there are different imagery
rhymed or no rhyme at all
born is the masterpiece

25 years and more
every verse is a gem
my hands still write
this is perpetuity

thoughts of me you read
my pages are my history
these arts tell you a story
i have anchored at you



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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