The Master Mind

Words are the minds tool. A new world is made and released. The master mind at work. Words flow with furry and that of a beast. Lined paper becomes a canvas. A pen, the brush filled with life. Master mind thinks and writes. Creating all sorts, maybe even a wife. A world filled with this and that. Filled with all kinds of emotions. A far away land with a castle perhaps. or a sailor sailing the wild oceans. Oh, master mind, how you do write. The world you see and draw. Your mind draws such interesting life. A house of brick, or a hut of straw. Skies a blue, or maybe a touch of red. A human like you and me, or not. A stranger stalking through the warm night. Maybe a knight resting on a cot. How we look into the eyes of the master mind. See his work come to such life. A dragon and a knight, a fairy tale you might say. Or a pauper finding a beautiful wife. No matter who is the master mind. It all comes from the mind using words as a tool. We can laugh or maybe we might cry. Whatever it is, a tale of some sort rich and full. One word after another, forming an adventure. A readers mind seeking great treasure. We create a place for guests to come and see. A universe for all to visit with pleasure. Whatever our likes or dislikes might be. Our minds can always be sure to explore and find. No matter our backgrounds, our whereabouts. We are all our own creative master mind.