It sometimes amazes me how a seed of inspiration is translated into poetic
composition...............
Words bubbling
like molten lava
and flowing down a
mountain of creativity.
Ideas flashing into
consciousness, like
comets in the night sky,
begging for durability.
Imagination simmering
in a cauldron of creation,
par-boiled, and waiting
patiently for deliverance.
Verbs verbalised.
Nouns nurtured.
Similes simpatico.
Metaphors metathetical -
all awaiting translation
into metrical form:-
be it iambic verse, rhyme
or sultry sonnet.
An onslaught of inspiration
clambering for attention.
Poetic invention born of
imaginative progression.
Wondrous words!
Artistic expression.
Scintillating syntax.
A palette of calligraphy ....
Words bubbled down
my mountain of creativity.
I have survived the
onslaught of fecundity.
Creation created.
Imagination captured.
Ideas apprehended.
Job done!
Categories:
metathetical, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse