I look at your words,
and I look at them with a smile upon my face,
and I hear your voice in my head,
and I admire your language and your linguistic skills and your style,
and the words upon the page come to life,
and leap into my imagination,
with elegance and grace,
words so descriptive,
and evocative,
and beautiful,
and inspiring,
and moving,
yes, what skill you have I think,
and what dedication,
and what great craftsmanship to be able to transport me into your world,
and how easily my brain it interprets your imagination,
and as I envision what you have written,
in the voice with which you speak upon the television,
my heart how it leaps,
and oh, how you fire my inspiration,
a true visionary whose words I devour so thankfully in solitude and with great gratitude and admiration.

Thank you for reading my poem in the mirror, I hope you enjoyed it. More poetry and articles by me, Ben Robinson can be found on this website.

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