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April 25, 2011


He left them,
mesmerized by the roadside.


Weaver of songs,
images conjured from the stars
minds whisked away, dreamy stares –

Itinerant troubadour.
Word juggler.

Illusionist extraordinaire.

Trivial falsehoods
crafted out of whole cloth –
Sleight of hand, slight of mind.



Lost art.

Ray Brown

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. May 1, 2010 7:46 am

    If you don’t already know him check out Facts for Visitors, Srikanth Reddy. He conjures a world unlike no other I’ve seen except in sci-fi fantasy writing, except he does it in poetry. It’s wonderful. Thank you for sharing your poetry!

  2. May 1, 2010 9:12 am

    lost art indeed

  3. May 1, 2010 11:37 am

    Ray am I experiencing deja vu…I thought I saw this poem yesterday….I really have to stop drinking so much coffee. 🙂

  4. Bryan Borland permalink
    May 10, 2010 7:48 am

    “Word juggler” = brought a smile to my face. Beautiful poem, Ray.

    • Ray Brown permalink*
      May 23, 2010 8:50 pm

      Thank you for reading and your comments. I am appreciative

  5. June 3, 2011 11:15 am

    This poem resonates w/me & makes me smile. Beatiful

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