Ruth Kephart - USA
His pen becomes his magic wand;
One wave and even he
Is transported through time and space
Within his poetry.
He dares recall his younger years,
The joy, but too the pain
As words become a bridge, a path,
To things he can’t explain.
A contest entry
- Add a verse. for Tapestry of poets world record attempt by Janice M Pickett.
360 points, ended August 17, 2007, 144 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Glad you did well!
Mine was DQ'd! -
i have seen your name around ap's hallowed halls but never read anything of yours i don't think but i'm glad i stumbled across this
your words describe well the minds of us poets here 
wonderful addition to the tapestry. be well and be blessed
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Nice, mystical, emotional and real.
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I love this write, from start to finish. Good luck in the Gwr contest!
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I could so relate to your write. Such wonderful imagery and expression. I so enjoyed reading
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I found the second verse to flow much smoother than the first though both bring me much joy.
John
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Thanks Ruth. Again such true words. I am loving this.
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Ruth, Lovely are the words that we use to create the verse that flows through the halls of AP and yours are beautiful as usual. Thank you for sharing with all of us. This is lovely indeed. Love and God bless, Joyce
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Oh another set of gem-like verses. I keep reading and reading and I'm so proud to be among all of you in this project.
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