WILD-WINGED POEM
A wild-winged poem
Burrowed into my brain,
Crashed and spun and tore
Through neurones,
Hooked into nerves,
Jiggled fingers,
Moved a pen,
Came out as words
And the words FLEW!
They seeped along a street,
Through a car radio,
Blared into ears,
Tapped into more neurones,
Moved more fingers,
Wiggled feet
Nudged hips,
Made chins go up and down
Heads go side to side,
Hands wave,
Lips smile,
Buildings shake,
Roads curve,
Clouds speed up,
The Earth spin,
The sun shine whiter
Thoughts EXPLODE in strange new ways
Life get
BRIGHTER!
So where does a poem come from? I don't know, but I know a poem can make the world look different - if only for a few moments!
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