Wordsmith

Deep in the silence
of a warm summer night
I encountered a thought
and held on to it tight

With lucidity
born of an erudite mind
It was something quite special
for me to find

For it spoke of a gift
bequeathed to a few
Which, when spoken aloud
would give birth to the new

The craft of a wordsmith
writing a verse
Born of the one
but to many dispersed

Then, humbled I realised
that the wordsmith was me
And that these words I was writing
were the ones to set free.

©Jemverse

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ameena k.g
    Aug 18, 2015 @ 08:59:45

    Ahhh. This is Beautiful. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

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