suseann:
Hello, wbiro, can you help me with this poem?
wbiro:
sure...
[drinks secret potion... grabs throat... falls to floor behind desk... coughing, gasping]
[a hand, then and arm, then a body emerges as the hideous, madman, the Incessant Tinkerer...]
muhahahahaha!
So, let's see what we have here...
Within the primeval lush brambles deep,
lie fallen Oaks and Ash in creeping vines
The Wildwoods verdant mysteries sleep,
in woven secrets unfathomed entwined.
Magenta shades of blossomed Dogwood hues,
Wisp of winds carry the Nightingales song,
Hiding the heart of the Wildwood's muse,
of sad refrain of its kindred lost.
Listen carefully on the whispered breeze,
Of ancient people whose lives thrived there.
Its symphony sings a tale through the trees.
lost and forgotten in tangled despair.
These wild woods have a living soul all their own,
telling mystery tales of ancient histories unknown.
(I blow the dust off the ancient chisel and hammer)
(and recite the incantation forged in time forgotten)
(for would-be sculptors of words...)
(and within this unhewn marbled slab of sonnetified beautiage)
(I begin the search for a modern masterpiece...)
(Now, To Work!)
[sound of hammer and chisel...]
(chink, chink, chink...)
Within primeval brambles deep
lie fallen Oaks and Ash
The Wildwoods mysteries sleep
in woven secrets entwined.
Magenta shades of Dogwood hues
winds carry the Nightingales song
Hiding the Wildwood's muse
sad refrain of kindred lost.
Listen to the whispered breeze,
ancient people thrived there.
symphony sings through the trees.
lost in tangled despair.
These wild woods a living soul
telling mystery tales ancient unknown.
[circling, analyzing...]
(hmmm... I have only just begun!)
(chink... chink... chink...)
Within brambles deep
fallen Oaks
Wildwoods mysteries
secrets entwined.
Magenta Dogwood
Nightingales song
Wildwood's muse
kindred lost.
whispered breeze,
ancient people
symphony sings
tangled despair.
wild woods living
telling mystery tales
[wipes sweat off of brow...]
(ahhh... just a touch here, and there... and there...)
(Michaelangelo will be proud...!)
(chink... chink... chink...)
brambles
Oaks
Wildwoods
secrets
Dogwood
Nightingales
Wildwood's muse
lost.
breeze,
people
symphony
despair.
wild woods
mystery
[the wild eyes of the incessant tinkerer flash, madly here, madly there...]
[a candle flickers in the window...]
[a scream...]
[soon steady chinking in the night begins to echo once again and is carried aloft over the village rooftops...]
[to settle upon the unquiet dreams of poets everywhere...]
(chink... chink... chink...)
brambles
secrets
Dogwood
lost
symphony
despair.
wild woods
(I cannot resist! I cannot abandon the scents and sounds of tinkering... not now!)
(Oh, the perilous, joyous melodious ring of tinkering!)
(chink... chink... chink...)
secrets
lost
despair.
wild woods
[A bright smile slowly forms...]
(Just a few more masterful strokes, and I think I will have it!)
(chink... chink... chink...)
(There!)
(She is soooooo lucky she asked me for help!)
[standing back, beaming the wide smile of the incessant tinkerer...]
[...admiring the final result of his nobel endeavor...]
Wild.
(There!)
(I have it!)
(Her Masterpiece!)
suseann? Oh suseann?
Here you go, suseann...
Your Masterpiece is Ready!
suseann?
Hmmm. while I revive her...
(it must be the excitement!)
Please, give her some comfort!
her Virgin Sonnet:
allpoetry.com/Poem/2031589
Adding your comment:
) and finally, acceptance of a masterworkers revelation!
Sorry, Wayne...Bein' the infamous "Wordy Babe" that I am, I think I like the one suse already had...
But yours is...ummm...hmmm... succinct...yeahhh, that's it...succinct... 
Wanda
(just one more chink...)
