A pencil, a notebook,
A
random reflection
Determine
the course
Of
a poem, its direction.
The
words hop on board
Heading
hither and yonder
While
thoughts make decisions
To
settle or wander.
Ideas
tumble down
Joining
rhythm in moving
As
verses flesh out,
Sometimes
dancing and grooving.
The
final result, whether
Failed
or successful,
Is
like an elixir
For
soothing the stressful.
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