#poemchild
You know the feeling, dear
Lover of Words.
Sounds of syllables
rolling through your mind
like deliciousness itself.
Sometimes it's just the sound, then a glint
of meaning smiles at you, inviting you.
Lifting it gently, like a sleeping child
you listen for potential phrases,
sentences emerging from within her dreams.
Tuck the covers lightly
around your new poem child,
and may the Muse of Words
favor her, and you.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC