Walking Stick
Walking Stick
Drifting thoughts roll
Through my mind
Full of rhythmic tones
Pulsing in eternal rhyme
Arriving in scattered words
A trove of jewels glimmering
Floating before me as rare birds
Basking, I begin shimmering
Picking out each golden word
Carefully placing them on paper
Choice nibbles of songs unheard
Safe from being a useless vapor
Every word is power packed
Heals hearts or cuts to the quick
Can move us on or set us back
Words are a writer’s walking stick
Carole Cookie Arnold
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