I dabble in the hallowed art of poesy,
my efforts revealing only shallow skill.
I hunt around for words with greater impact
to give the poem a mighty whack,
a blast of power to the intellect,
significance beyond the obvious.
The mot juste, when I find it, brings a thrill,
a frisson at my centre as the wizardry unfolds
wayward, wilful, totally out of control.
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