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,
Made hands wave,
Lips smile,
Buildings shake,
Roads curve,
Clouds speed up,
The Earth spin,
The sun shine whiter -
Thoughts exploded in strange new ways,
Life became 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!
