Are you ready for dictation?
Then listen to the creation,
Slowly words that reach fruition,
Find a way to your location.
Quickly one by one they
Swiftly take possession,
One by one they hurry by,
Seeking out their destination.
Rhyming words, doing verbs,
In fact all sorts of words,
Some change, some rearrange,
As they dance across the page.
First a sentence, then a line,
Paragraphs come just in time,
Next a page, soon a chapter,
How many more for me to capture?
Stories written, tales are told,
Of people who have been bold
Fears faced they bravely hound
Their reservations underground
Romance of hero, who was parted,
Sweetheart torn from him, he cried
Decides, to search by camel ride.
By caravan he sought and found his bride
Work is done, the yarn created,
Novel written, the pages sorted,
Chapters checked, new paper printed,
The book is bound, apt title found
Stillness taught, so vision comes
Quietly listened, words abound
Silenced mind, so story writes.
Pictured all, sweet poetry found.
16th February 2006
Love this to pieces! Sweet poetry found, indeed!