With broad colorful brushstrokes
and strong, yet slender, lines
he painted a new portrait
on the canvas of his life
Woven on strings plucked
and strummed chords
vocal chords guided by the poet’s voice
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Oh, the joy, the exhilaration
stepping into the bigger picture
wearing the troubadour’s coat
following the Muse in the heart

Vocal Spirit

The focal point of his Spirit
The man was vocal
In most every regard
The pursuit of astute phrases
Beguiled his appetite
Even in the midst of silence
The poet’s soul, a local bard
And extraneous verbiage
A mirror with two sides

Melody runs beneath it