Sometimes the words just flow...
A poem.
Sometimes the words just flow
flow together, they just work
work together and create magic
magic that stirs the emotions
emotions and the imagination
imagination that creates
creates the vivid pictures
pictures that make us feel
feel something, sometimes.
Sometimes the words need help
help to make sure they work
work together to create magic
magic that stirs the emotions
emotions and the imagination
imagination that creates
creates the vivid pictures
pictures that make us feel
feel something, sometimes.
Sometimes there are no words
words that flow together well
well enough to describe
describe the emotions
emotions and imagination
imagination that creates
creates the vivid pictures
pictures that make us feel
feel something, sometimes.
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Paul I loved the flow and format of the poem! It was beautifully done and your words were so well chosen! The message was relatable and so creatively presented! 😊
Neat structure! 👏☺️
I'm soooo happy you did this format again! This was sooooo beautiful and relatable!
Words that flow, words that must be honed, & words for which there are no words. And sometimes they just run into a damned dam & can't break loose (but provide for a marvelous recreation area & perhaps some irrigation &/or electricity)!