The written word is a marvelous

        Gift

So much to say in so many ways

        Pen on paper or pencil will do

When the words start flowing

        A paintbrush will do, too

The words are the key that fit so

        Many locks

That hold back so many thoughts

        Pictures are drawn with ABC’s

Portraits of mind games

        Framed for thee

Games that are played into tales to

     Be told

Rhymes that are arranged into

        Portions of soul

Bits and pieces of me for thee to

        Wrap around your tongues

And then throw back or not

Images etched on page

        For minds to find the frames

Fishing for words to fill the gaps

        Of sentences whistling past

The windows of my thoughts

        Catching a word

                Sticking it in

If it doesn’t fit

        Throw it back again

Working the lines like a jig saw

        Puzzle with no box cover

No idea what the final picture

        Will be

Just shaping the words

        Is the source of glee

In younger days the fun wasn’t

        There

“Had to’s” and “Gotta’s” and

        Times to be done

Pick up the pen and at the paper

        I’d stare

The pleasure and fun just wasn’t

        There

Force me to write and it won’t

        Get done

Allow me to write

        That is the fun

All I see sparks a line

        People I know inspire rhyme

Places I go help the lines flow

Putting it all together

        Helps me feel better

I hope it helps you too.

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