magical words from my pen
flow forth; breathe in deeply, I
inhale and exhale; new words
drift furiously into
my newly opened mind, then
release themselves onto my
paper, the magical words
amaze me, the free flowing
efforts of my conscious mind;
pure magic bubbling just under
the cognizant surface, and
I don't always understand
when the words on the page don't
even seem to be my own
But I am amazed at their
freedom and gift; beautiful
words from my open mind pour.
A contest entry
- Poems about Poetry by micol.
600 points, ended February 22, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautifully written. Sometimes its funny when you read one of your own pieces and think its too good to be your own. I only have one that I think is that way.
great write.
Kelli
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