THE MEAL OF WORDS - Poetry by Chris N John

The rock you are called
O hear this 
For mother nature gave the flow

To make sense of phenomenal nonsense
For in this 
is the mind of the poet incubated;
It soars with wings beyond the wind 
To dazzle the rock with the person of the poet
For this your name came from the book of books.

My mind soars to find a friend in words.
Now I know I shall never be alone
To share this meal in books

The meal of words is known
But only to persons of whom its cooked
For thus the meal is savored by them alone

Sages are born not bred
So their words are borne
With wisdom and richness seen

Thy praise many would not know
Yet the sage like earth absorbed thy words
For thy flow like the ocean is great an imagination.

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