Wordsmith (reprise)

6 of 10 in ‘The Word II’ series from Jemverse

Deep in the silence of a warm summer night
I encountered a thought and held on to it tight
With lucidity born of an erudite mind
It was something quite special for me to find

For it spoke of a gift bequeathed to a few
Which, when spoken aloud gave birth to the new
The craft of a wordsmith writing a verse
Born of the one but to many dispersed

And humbled I realised the wordsmith was me
And the words I had written were ones to set free.
Crafted and honed and born of that thought
then shared as a poem as only I ought

©Jemverse

['Wordsmith' was first posted in August 2015, re-posted in March 2019 and again today]

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