Sometimes words hit
like a hurricane,
spinning within
until they ground on writers page.

Other times they are gentle
like a Summers breeze
tickling my senses letting me
gracefully apply them to a poem.

Then there are the times  
when silly jargon makes me laugh
and a landscape is scribed
for others to laugh as well.

But best of are,
are the words
that come when I whisper
upon manuscript love
infused phases
with all its attributes.