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This poem is dedicated to all poets on AD, and beyond.  Imagine an island,  where everyone spoke in metaphor.  The inhabitants could be called the  Metaphors,whose society would later be known as "Poets".

   Muuhaahaaa
 
 
Citizens Of Metaphorica
 

On the isle of Metaphorica, by an ancient turquoise sea
In a locale 'neath a coral sun, words shimmered handsomely
As the breeze of evening veiled the day, and the sands drank dulcet tides
Each voice  spoke in tongues, where phrase was always bride


 

Their wealth was marked not by the coin, or  on their boundaries owned
It was by expressive count, each soul would find their throne
As voice would song, the words of day, each Metaphor would say
 Their thoughts, wrapped in sweet fragrant song of syllabled bouquet

Days engaged in burnished talk, blessed by the gift of words
Silken, sweet and vivid, as colorful as birds
They understood each other, yet to an outside ear
They sounded   somewhat crazy, when visitors came near

The Metaphors were different, indeed a breed apart
Each became bilingual, as words became their art
For when they spoke their words traced silver lace before their eyes
Yet when they spoke to others,  they spoke to ears closed blind
 

Paz
A
4/24/07