No Limits.
The sky has no limits to poets who
materialize an insideness of things, linguistic
verses emerge, well-crafted ideas that woo
with words noone can resist.
Like any romantics their sensitive
skills portray sparklets of sentence-diamante\'
studded with entrancing perception inventive
when scribed as fantasy.
Such is their means of expression
that seams of poetic mesh mould moonlight
magic in graphic lines which tied to freshness
become boldly inviting.
Poets drift nearer to insightful art
by heedful word-fervour than most realize
because life\'s real meaning engages a heart
which writes, yet never asks why.