WORDS

These poems of brick-eyed stony comings and goings.
Fabled inscriptions that reply to each and every purpose.
Countless times a day writers go to documents.
WORDS, WORDS, WORDS…
Those transient bullion escalate and vanish before another keystroke.
Night comes hear summers storm, when heat builds energy into each syllable.
Heavy raindrops fall onto the page like exquisite WORDS.
WORDS diligently assembled with rousing celebration and aspiration.
More WORDS, more the thunder, more the urge, and more the hunger for WORDS.

 

View 9inety's Full Portfolio
yellowspecks's picture

Very clever and well written peice, I will definitly be back to read more of your work. Thanks for an enjoyable hour in your portfolio. You have a great talent one that should be shared. Rae