I close my eyes
The words flash as images
Hot and heavy sentences
Constructing a creation
They piece together in my mind.
In my mind’s eye
One word joins another
Until they make a sentence … or not.
Until they’re ready to be formed
Into what I mould them.
I’m inspired by what surrounds me
People, sounds, smells, events
Emotions and feelings, touch and taste
Phrases and random thoughts, acts
Single words, that make sense or no sense.
Like a good cook
I know when they are ready
To be consumed greedily
To be absorbed by eyes, ears and souls
This is how I write my rhyme.
© 11th July 2007 – 11:18am Written by Angela Edgar.
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