The Birth

The Birth of the Word.

The Birth.
   

    Oft the thoughts and words come tumbling out.
Tripping over themselves to come from my mouth.
    Sometimes like the waves that beat at the rocks with a deafening roar.
At other times like the trickling of fine sand on the shore.
    Still others come in the dead of night.
Invading my mind without invitation or sight.
    They seem to come unbidden, to come uncalled.
Sometimes to be welcomed, at other moments to be appalled!
    Still others they shine in my mind like beacons of light.
Fine and handsome their color, depth, beauty and strength seeming to give
them their might.

    They can sing to me like a lullaby or the sound of a songbird, so gentle and sweet.

    Or they can pound my eardrums and invade my senses to take me away
to unbidden places, all in one momentous sweep.
    But one thing I know without ere a doubt.
I would never until my dying day be without, the birth of a thought,
or a glorious SHOUT!

Reviews

[Reneé H]

WOW! This was powerful and descriptive and it had a very interesting flow. I loved it! I love the way you use adjectives to convey a picture and I love the subject-words! Keep up the great work!

[Singing Bird]

Thank you for the positive and constructive review Renee. It brought me joy.