Fragrant Fragments Remix
Can words lack rhythm?
Or is the beat akimbo?
Is the rhythm hidden
Or does the meaning magnify
The waves of sound
Mixing with your thoughts?
Have you felt writing
Where an image explodes in your mind
At the same time that the words
Build the next wave
That will propel you
From the slack
In the random froth
Left from previous swirling
Crashes?
Or is the meaning lacking
With no common thread
Containing?
Remember,
Thread stitches commonality
And surprise imbues originality.
Before
Words of gray familiarity
Turn to verbal dust
From the very start,
Quaff
The hawthorn berry syrup
Of poetry
To mend your wooden heart.
albi