Poetry Writing

(Picture Credit - Writing by Macmyth)

 

As I lay dozing in my bed,

I write poetry in my head.

Playing the page with well-worked words,

A mix of adjectives and verbs,

My Voice it resonates with musical sounds

And my imagination knows no bounds.

I like that!

I declare,

So soon I’m rushing down the stairs

To grab my pad.

Scribbling it all down

Did I forget to mention noun?

Forgetting words is just the pits:

That sends me into raging fits.

I’m on my laptop soon enough

To add more verses, off the cuff.

Microsoft Word becomes my home

As now I’m really in the zone.

I just can’t stop myself from doing this I know:

All I can do is let it go.

 

Paul Butters