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Editing

 Editing Shelly Ambrose  I’m just a romantic, shaping the vague, In colors that drift through a thought-made plague. With words that bend light, persuade, and ignite, Urging souls to walk fearlessly through the night. A daydreamer sketching the unformed sky, With syllables stitched into wings that try To lift off the page, unburdened by form, A storm of verse that won't conform. Abstract lines paint what eyes can’t see, A canvas of sound, a mind set free. Each stanza a brushstroke, wild and wide, Where language and meaning softly collide. I sip from the hue of imagery’s flame, Each metaphor flickers, never the same. Couplets march, two by two, Wading through chaos to find what's true. I revise the shadows I used to be, And in that undoing, set art free. Carving life with an open pen, Bleeding ink, then healing again. Shelly Ambrose 2019