This poem is about a friend. Before I met A.J. I didn’t read many poems. That soon changed

This poem is about a friend. Before I met A.J. I didn’t read many poems. That soon changed after I discovered his inspirational, fun and thought provoking poetry. Soon, I was reading and enjoying many poets, most of them found through recommendations from him. Now I can’t imagine a day without at least one poem to fill my thoughts and inspire my day. I never thought I’d be reading poems, much less trying to write some, but here we are.Weaver of WordsScribbling on a yellow pad,Thoughts are forming both glad and sad.He weaves words of a happy life,He weaves words that speak of strife.Ideas flowing like misty dreams,Feelings forming like silent screams.He weaves words of faraway places,He weaves words of desperate embraces.Giggles bubble from deep inside,Savored moments then pushed aside.He weaves words that delight the soul,He weaves words that take their toll.When ears are closed, and we’re too proud,When life is tough and growing loud.He weaves the words we need to hear,He weaves the words to disable fear.The holiday spirit shining bright,Santa, snowmen and reindeer delight.He weaves the words of cheerful giving,He weaves the words of joyful living.The night is long, you’re lonely and scared,Your mind a jumble, emotions bared.He weaves the words that soothe your soul,He weaves the words that might console.He is the weaver of words of beauty and glory,He weaves the words of each life story.He fulfills the promise of unfeigned accession,Of the human spirit and heartfelt expression.© 2015 Peter Noah Thomas -- source link

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