I am an architect of poetry.
Each idea designed as a house
conceived from spaces living within me.
I draw the empty benches of my soul;
sketch rooms full of chrysanthemums.
Each petal a shaded nuance as forms unfold.
I measure words in sets of columns, stanzas rise from written lines,
give background to emotions. I plan heavy with passion,
then deliver delicate blueprints where hidden closets may be discovered.
The poem becomes a landscape filled with dreams; memories
float through skies, drip rain, and shine through sunny days,
tinted in pastels - a lawn with lake, hedge-bordered, graced with fountains.
Its foundation are the trees whose winter lines seem like
those traced upon my palms elevated to a metaphor for life
executed in relief upon the soft clouds of a winter sky.
Nouns; house, painting, closets, chrysanthemums, park, cloud, trees, bench, fountains
Verbs: create, discover, conceive, fill, research, design, measure, draw, elevate, execute
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