By David Palmer
14-February, 2017
Renton, Washington
Absolutely amazed am I at
The volume of verbiage proceeding
From your tongue. And here, I thought truth be found
In the paucity of words, well chosen
Rather than this surfeit of synonyms
And fancy catch-phrases where we do come
To bury the truth in fancy pants lies,
This blatherskite fills hours with nothing.
Truth, walking softly in silver slippers,
Slides seductively into our souls through
The key of a wordsmith’s well turned phrase
Which captures imagination, making
Us rethink old preconceived notions
To embrace overlook’d gems waiting there.
© 2017 David W. Palmer
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