Words

“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination” A Rambling Poet Words I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination. Words rise in startled wonder in every derivation. They settle on my keyboard and wait to be inserted Into a line of poetry with which brilliance has flirted. I pick a lovely adjective my noun to modify Then pluck a pretty adverb with my strong verb to ally. Pronouns, conjunctions, prepositions, interjections Sitting very patiently for proper intersections Where they can slip in easily and add a little flavor To the fast emerging lines, their succulence to savor. Willful words wander pitiful poet perplexed silently searching words are writer’s tools thesaurus comes to rescue when they slip away poet chooses prettiest to enhance his creation By Joyce Johnson 7/29/11 For Constance’s contest “Three Gems” won a third rhyme alliteration tanka