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
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