In the dawn of creation,
words unfurl like ribbons,
each syllable a brushstroke,
painting the mind with thoughts
that swirl and spiral,
a dance upon the page.
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Ink flows from veins,
a river of stories waiting to be told,
where dreams take flight,
and laughter mingles with tears,
a landscape of the soul,
alive with color, undaunted by form.
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Here, I am alchemist,
transforming silence into melody,
pulling verses from the ether.
Each line a heartbeat,
each stanza a journey,
igniting the essence of feeling.
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The night wraps around my shoulders,
cradling visions that shimmer just out of reach.
Still, I reach,
with every pen stroke,
carving realms of wonder
where imagination runs wild,
unbound by the ordinary.
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In this sacred space,
time dissolves like shadows in a closed room,
and I become both creator and creation,
lost in the magic of the written word,
a voyager through thoughts,
gathering treasures of truth.
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So here I stand,
a poet in a world of noise,
infused in every heartbeat,
where moments stretch and shimmer,
and the ordinary becomes infinite.
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Tim is an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. He writes about rural life, family, and the places he grew up around. His poetry and essays have appeared in Bloodroot and Coal Dust, his latest book.



Comments (4)
Fabulous work Tim!
I believe in alchemy of words. Just 26 alphabets but they can stir up emotions.
Are we on the same wavelength? I love it! Your poem is exquisitely crafted and elegant - another diamond for your hoard, lovely Tim!
Tim, beautiful thoughts about poets.I wish I could keep this poem and give yur credit for it. I wish you would read some of my poems too.