Maezing Content

After each long day the tradition never wavered. After homework was done, dinner finished and cleaned. We sat down and enjoyed a daily game of scrabble. The evening light would come in from the dining room bay window just as the sun was setting. You know it was getting heated when GG says she needed another glass of wine. I always giggled when she said this. Sometimes the games would go so long, usually because we were laughing too much. These are the times that matter. Let the words soar ….

Within the tapestry of stories, where words soar,
A symphony of syntax, a writer’s grandeur.
Meticulously crafting realms, in the writer’s grasp,
From the wellspring of creativity, the narrative unclasped.

Inflection intertwines with emotions, a linguistic waltz,
Within the prose’s cadence, characters exalt.
Each word a stroke, painting unseen scenes,
In the storyteller’s domain, where mysteries convene.

Punctuation conducts this linguistic harmony,
Guiding readers through pauses, in perfect symphony.
Commas, like whispers in the quiet night,
Exclamation marks, a burst of pure delight!

Interjections, sparks igniting the flame,
Infusing fervor, elevating the tale’s acclaim.
Oh, the writer’s elation, joy in the heart,
As words animate, a vibrant art.

To the visionaries of the 20s and 30s, seekers of the sublime,
In the realm of words, where worlds entwine.
May your pens dance freely, narratives take flight,
For within the magic of words, shines a radiant light.