Necessity of writing a poem
Clarity reigns over the mind right now as the words
just scream. I cannot write fast enough to release each
letter.
So profound as musical notes danced in Mozart's mind,
the words mine. Echoing, cooling firm lines.
Here I strive my hardest to allow controlled freedom
as the end seems into infinity. Oh I laugh as some
transformation of paragraphs become intriguing.
Playing letters upon letters. Ink stains my fingertips
as I catch them in the way of a fevered poem.
Aching to express every emotion dancing throughout
the vibrations inside my soul. The bounces of joy, the
careful pieces of happiness. Oh join me as the colors fly
across the canvas of time.
Sit, enjoy the scenery as I stall for seconds to catch
my breath. Then to lean back once more. Diving into the
waves of words, emptying meanings onto, into any viewer,
reader.
Oh slowing down the shivers are becoming. The
climax to a good book is throbbing inside a sentence. Oh
what could this all mean but that of an artist's prize.
Raving, clear of the views of others in their
personalities. Either you love me wholly or you don't.
Not parts, not tiny details you want to dissect. All or
none!
Oh I sigh as the creativity cramps my hand but I
continue until the last particals are seen, heard by
someone.
So solid is the meaning of me. Do you love it? Do
you laugh at the bursts of creativity displayed? Oh I will
join you in a hearty laugh because even I sometimes find
the need to write quite annoying. Still it is a gift Jehovah
gave me. I treasure it.
Shh as the pen slows. The mind is settling and exhales
increase. The marathon is nearly over.
Long awaited the words are running low. Such
moments of bliss held inside ink and parchment.
Here, my dear friend, say "whew" with me because
the conclusion is here now that my left arm is sore.
Finally an end is here..........
For now.
*giggling*
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