“My Words” by Yva Godfrey
It has oft been said, “I have a way with words.”
A gift many describe in curious measure.
My words be illustration, orchestration, "evisceration".
Usually at once and of the same breath.
This same eloquence due my scrivenery composed.
My words are my words conceived in one soul.
Whether drafted to page or hissed upon "venom".
My words are my words however be they borne.
Incongruous quintessence, euphony cacophony equality ironically.
"Snarky" recalcitrant cahoots curmudgeon shenanigans, serendipitous
"Dulcet" soliloquy. Absolute evanescent tranquility.
Mélange kaleidoscope "surreal" susurration arpeggio.
Once rumor, hence proven, "proper" prose prowess.
A curse some renounce fathom their soul endure.
My words are my words unfettered.
Do "affect", infest, maintain interest.
Be aware however, what you digest.
Tis then it’s said that words "possess".
My words are my words of no significance.
Unless, aggregate paraphilia I suppose, I proposed.
Labyrinthine strokes. "Evocative" crux.
My word! My words. Climacteric phonaesthetics.
Preeminent logology. Was it as good for you? Paraprosdokian.
Denouement. Ludicrous lonely logophile lures listener lend in libidinous labor. Ah, alliteration.
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