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To the lovely Logophile

I am no silent reader,
for I can hear no sound

In the cold dispassionate voyage
where lips are stilled and words abound

That are ground down to a grist
for one that mills about the page

Waiting for music to somehow rise
when it’s otherwise engaged

Unmelodious and misbegotten
in the silent scanning mind

Realize then, what you’ve forgotten
how you were told, to erase the lines

Now, hear the music in all that’s spoken
not barked on barren, broken ground

Where wordless, the famished poverty of
language, starving naked is found

Rather, languish, guilt free
in that childlike glut of dream

Where words that hurt
did truly choke

And words that felt you,

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Last few words: 
Alright - sort of free verse (again) - categories beget boxes. Written for a dear friend. Revised, and a few alterations made.
Editing stage: 


Let me tell you what I didn't like.
Capitalizing the first letter of each line is confusing. It starts a sentence every line. It's up to you, but I think it is a fad whose time is gone. Especially since you use no punctuation.
Otherwise it is a successful poem.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Bloody word, and the default settings, that I, to be perfectly honest, haven't got round to changing. That and my tardiness getting to a terminal from time to time, to make revisions. I am agreeing here, I think the capitalization is unnecessary. Stick around a while, and I will get round to fixing it ;).
Thanks for stopping by Wes.
Cheers from down under,


Chris Hall - Tasmania

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