THE SCULPTOR

THE SCUPLPTOR

Squiggly

Lines

Fill the

Pages

Of the

Book

I an

Reading.

I laugh

I frown,

Even

At times

Shed a

Tear...

The lines

Are

So dear.

They are

Prose

And poetry

Such 

Feelings

On pages

Never

Before 

Have

I seen.

I read

It all

Over and over

Not getting

Enough

Of

The lines,

My heart

Aches

For

Encores!

So much

Joy

And beauty

In lines

So squiggly.

The writer

Must

Indeed be

A word

And line

Sculptor!

    FREDERIKA MENEZES