Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts lie
Anger writes the feelings in the speed of thought
I swing the axe to split the block of inspiration
Mind Pictures in my words sleeping under dreams
Happiness and sadness hold hands in the whirlpool of words
Metaphor movies flicker in my brain
Venting feelings to flow from my pen
Celestial images punctuated live as
Syllables jostle for rhythm's flow
Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts lie
I find comfort deep within as we write together
With your silent guide my friend
In the cutting room snakes strangle the ‘odd' word
Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts lie
I find comfort deep within as we write together
With your silent guide my friend
In the cutting room snakes strangle the ‘odd' word
Then wonders mark unfolds, originality leaps forth.
My eyes close feeling tired the hour is late
On this session I must close the gate
Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts sleep
A silent friend to keep.