By Fay Slimm
Lonely the plight of new-written verses.
Solitary flight tires and wears out wingbeats.
To greet with silence starves all new birthing.
Shout then melodious applause as greeting.
Words fly vibrantly skywards like birds leaving.
They sing fluid notes with poetic care.
Warmth stays quietly close after reading.
Nourishing comments make known we were there.
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