Words the coin that I get paid

Words the coin that I get paid;
No creature comforts save the day,
Just words, to journey through the brain-
And that I ride, my worthy train.

The standard gold of travel time:
To wander through the star dust mind,
The offspring of exploded suns
And meteors, when life begun.

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Chaos1214
Remarkable as they are, words are finite in their individual effect. When united by an acutely sensitive mind (hint, hint) the product is equal to far more than the sum of its parts.
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Green Iguana
Yes, it's amazing how much time we spend for no actual money :) We must really love it!
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yelena
your words are ever the blaze of suns and glow of moons, Patti, and even brighter ;)always a treat to read you.
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LightH2O
I could not have said it better than Ron. Congrats!
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Ron Cole
aaah words; some are gold and some are dust; some break hearts and some mend them! I love your intellect, and the wit of this excellent bit of verse. Nice work!
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Ben Gieske
A fresh idea thanks to your originality. This has significant, deeper meanings.
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Karin Anderson
I saw your name on my friend's list and its good to see you on Poetfreak once again. Words and images keep our minds busy and our hearts warm. Thank you for sharing~
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Patrick McFarland
Words are the gateway to the imagination Patti. Great write! Welcome back
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Sandra Martyres
Happy New Year Patti - lovely to see you posting here... Yes words have a special power - they can create or destroy
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Keith Robinson
Just a few simple words can create an economy with no limits.
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