believe
if i could only
whisper the truth
bending my will
to season softly
this tempestuous
and outraged heart
then most assuredly
would i swiftly kneel
keenly commanding
cleverness to heel
and canvas clear
to bear the brush
of an honest hue
and yet
time torments me
with petty whims
and pretty fears
encased in tears
of sullen sorrow
borrowed from erato
who plays this fool
being overly bound
to aging thoughts
my mind trembling
darkly at the barest
hint of lover’s loss
Salt Lake City 11 Oct 2012
George Ellington 
I never tire of entering this page…where art of the purest poetic form will enthrall me…!
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T, you are always so kind to me. For a rather long time I had assumed that my verses could never have quite that effect on anyone. It has meant quite a lot to me to have met people here who have sincerely enjoyed reading what I have written. It is an affirmation, if you will. And a comfort.
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