Juice
These lines I write
and think well done
are merely words strung
from some propelling force,
while I watch them appear.
Watch to find the air
shimmer with familar light
within its space of silence
as a volt of words is written.
Words writing words
that become smitten
by this familar mind
with holding on to cadence or rhyme
to circulate through
a calling to do better.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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