The Nature of Writing
Rivers run
Where poets sing
For wishful words with an endless ring
Rippling rhythms a waters motion
For dipping pens in black potion
To the early morning glories that climb
With open minds where poets may rhyme
To the mountaintops
To the line of the sky
Written notions shall apply
And fields of gold that blow and wag
And writers dream that they may brag
So flow and stream like the riverbed
And clear the words from out of head
Go and carry you thoughts like seeds
Where they be spread as far weeds
And rest as weary winds that fall
For silence breathes
Where poets squall
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008
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