Writers Itch

Developing itch
My little nitch
Words 
Thoughtful
Senseless
Irregular
Rythmical

What triggers them?
Each phrase a baby gem.
Clear my throat, swallow the flem.
White seeds transform into a stem
Stem spurts out branches, leaves, flower buds
Blossoming buds like a completed poem.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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