Within a Poem's Soul

Looking deep down that inner pen where ink flows from it’s well there the emotions charge to surge with structure and imagery fit to gel Whatever the picture that’s painted the poet’s inner self pictures it’s own raising up it’s individuality so bright knocking hard to break that stone Sometimes inspiration comes so slowly at others it rises like in a flash it’s amazing how a thought can occur that takes you on an dictionary clash There you receive all these words but some don’t fit others just climb into your mindful lodge of a brain forms words even make some rhyme This is all indeed some kind of miracle that little brain can do so much as you take that pen in your hand from there many heart will it touch