Jumbled Words

Imagination conjures words that merge and converge in my mind, like a murmuration of birds. Jumbled words are slowly aligned, forming a poem line by line, in which ending rhymes get refined. My muse claims the poems are mine; but that is not entirely true, She supplies the polish and shine. I was mute; till She found my voice, and imbued my poetic pen with rhythm and rhyme; I had no choice. I'm but a child in a playpen, whose imagination's free to explore wonder: now and then. Words come naturally to me; expounding on the truths I see.
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Kelii Kekaula Avatar
May 26, 2024 at 5:45 PM
An ingenious trailing you've woven, Emile. Our explanatives, and their accompanied derivatives effectuates the very power beyond our own understandings that makes our own unique life as it should be. Enjoy the unfinished journey for it has already been written--they're waiting for us, my friend. Aloha, William
Pinet Avatar
May 27, 2024 at 8:42 AM
Thanks, William; I appreciate your comments, my friend; Emile.
Seeker Avatar
June 13, 2023 at 2:58 AM
Indeed, this is how it is
Pinet Avatar
June 13, 2023 at 7:22 AM
Thanks, Unseeking; I appreciate your comments, my friend; Emile.
De Beaulieu Avatar
June 12, 2023 at 11:47 AM
Hello Emile, we never know when the words will come to us to create poetry. For myself I sometimes wake up with an idea. I named that my ghost writer. She gives me a title and from that I create a poem. I am trying to create a a Tyburn. In between that I'm creating other poems. My friend. Enjoy your day./Darlene\
De Beaulieu Avatar
June 12, 2023 at 2:46 PM
Hello Emile, Good evening. Yes inspiration can come from any where. Thank you my friend. My friend enjoyyour evening. /Darlene/
Pinet Avatar
June 12, 2023 at 1:02 PM
Thanks, Darlene; inspiration can come from the most unlikely places; as always, I enjoy hearing from you, my friend; Emile.
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