In honor of National Poetry Month, I am attempting to write a poem a day. Fun!
Waiting
The words begin to flow,
For the words the brain does bestow.
Line after line,
Just a matter of time.
A symphony of words?
Synchronized before reaching the fingertips.
Rhythms these collections, these groupings may have.
Directed towards a theme, a lesson spoken from the lips.
The piece does not begin
Until the idea settles,
For until then, the brain simple mettles,
Until the idea attributed to the brain's choir
Of arranged thoughts begin to merge,
The sounds begin to form.
The unspoken trickling into lyrics.
A bestseller? Climbing the charts?
No.
Just a symphony released from the brain
Down through the fingertips
Onto the page
To be preserved
To give the brain a rest.
Words released to rest upon the page,
For now they no longer wait.
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