When she writes

The girl who writes

Without knowing her words

Until they're known again

Her world is vast

But her mind is shrouded in mystery

How confusing it all must seem

The world is alight

In wonder at night so

She sits to inscribe the things she's learned

For the world to join in

Her wonderland

Her hands move on their own

Repeating words that are engraved on her soul

While her mind

Oh, her magnificent mind

Is dancing in the clouds

When she checks back in

To the poem she made

She must also discern it for herself

Isn't it simply remarkable?

Yes, incredibly so.

Author's Note

I suppose you could say this is my writing process.. without the ah, grandeur.

Reviews

[John Smith]

After the first stanza, I began feeling a genuine rhythm through the piece. It even seemed to be very pleasant to the ear when spoken aloud, and pulsed rather nicely. The overall sparse use of punctuation would typically make works like this difficult to read, however the abrupt pause at "Oh, her magnificent mind" was absolutely astounding (probably partially attributed to the punctuation choice). The piece was broken into thematic sections very nicely, and overall it was a very enjoyable read.

[Meraki]

Thank you Zarkoff, that means a lot to me. I'm really glad you enjoyed it.