Saturday, September 22, 2018

Welcome To The Word Bar. by Lynn Long

Welcome to the word bar
Where drinks become words
I'll pour you a poem, so you can
be heard...
Finer than wine the words
we will sip
A brandy of thoughts smooth
on our lips
Glasses clink as words spill forth
In rhyme we will speak-
Oh, but of course...
With stories told in
snippets abound
Ever so bold, conversing
resounds-
A haiku here, a limerick there
A sonnet maybe?
If you so dare...




Poet, writer, aspiring novelist, daydreamer and believer in the impossible
Contributing artist @hitRECord.org and Scriggler.com
Published in the following Ezines, Publications and Online Journals:
Antarctica Journal
Duane's PoeTree
In Between Hangovers
Stanzaic Stylings
Poetry Poetics Pleasure
Whispers

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