Twenty six letters
Such a finite number.
If you are willing and clever,
Enter a world of wonder.
Through eyes, they enter the mind,
Rearranging the letters constantly.
Forming words, making you escape
To a world of such diversity.
Not all is horrible,
I pledge you this.
They can be endearing,
Filling your spirit with bliss.
Oh, but that isn’t all !
Verse of terror, skin surely crawls.
You see, the truth of what I speak,
These letters can make you feel –
Thoughtful, sad, happy, and smart –
Some would say it is a work of art.
To answer your question, don’t worry…
“When have I ever had this reader’s block?”
Never, my cherished friend.
This wordsmith’s mind is never locked.
Photo and Poem © Susan Reed
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