matched with the brain,
these are the poet's tools of main.
added a little life...
such as love, misery and strife.
blank pages became masterpieces,
right from the poet's mind thesis.
the words slipped from his mind
floated to the lines of empty space
this poet unraveled his story
like a painter strokes his canvas
each word another colour from
ever changing writer's palette of words
the poet knew not where it would end
nor the varied paths that it would take
until the last word would leave his mind
he smiled in abstract satisfaction
read what his hand and mind gave birth
smiled as the ink like an artist paints
dries to the work that he created
of visual inspiration and metaphoric thought
the lines evolved ethereal creation
repeated syllables flourishing
empathic stanzas ravishing
embellished rhymes and sweet cadence
there was no prepositions but a poet's craft
farewell thee...
may your soul rest in peace...
(A Cento Tribute Poem dedicated to Rick a.k.a. The Poetic Frog)
Rick died June 12, 2007 at age 42...
His stay in my poetry forum THE POET REPUBLIC
was short-lived, he had heart failure.
His all-time quote will always be remembered,
" A Writer Is An Artist Whose Palette Is Words "