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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