What lies dominant in a poets mind till exhumation?
Imprisoned till the key is turned and shackles fall to the ground
releasing an electrically charged rainbow lighting each corner of the spectrum
from the depth of the soul to the blinding light of inspiration.
........Color of Imagination..
Vibrant firework display of ideas that tease the typewriter
imagination becomes the vehicle that turns the kaleidoscope wheel.
Emotions colorful dance bring shame to the Aurora Borealis
obscurity touches reality, surrealism morph to magic.
........Color of emotion..
Dream on Poet; let creative waters flow gently
entertaining the curious, filling a dreamers heart.
Liquid words flow through your pen to solidify on paper
documenting the emotional creative moment.
.......Colors of originality ...
Absorb criticism yet strain it through understanding,
savor reviews of enjoyment and fame.
Tell the world your story in eloquent words of your own
choosing freely or in rhyme.
Wow! That was captivating. My favorite line was " liquid words flow through your pen to solidify on paper" It was such a creative way to describe the exitment a writer gets when their thoughts flow onto the paper. Great job