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connecting synapses across miles and millennia
an impostor
sometimes
would you believe
I hide behind words
and let them speak for me
no one sees
nor scans my countenance
for the subtle teachings
of emotion
forced to read between
the letters
for my meaning
the reader
sometimes grasps
other times
not so well
yet
I'm satisfied
with the words
my well-chosen runes
mapping out
my puzzle
let others come to me
and do the surmising
in return
I'll give them
the same courtesy
poetry is creator
of more than verse
it can jump-start
an infinitely satisfying
conversation
connecting synapses
across miles
and millennia.
Meloo Melissa A Howells/ tilt-a-world
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Copyright January 8, 2014
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