And I let the music play

An attempted description on the process of writing a poem.

And I let the music play.

The tranqulizing notes hovering,

spinning, and wrapping around me.

Leaving a wonderful state of numbness

and letting the spirit run free.

Stripped from the social limitations.

Alone, only nature for company.

and the music that I hear

that comes in a faint cheer.

I take up my pencil,

and I leave my hand numb

I watch as my hand move.

as nature acts as my thumb.

The scribblings appear.

For only my eyes to bear.

As I move around the rhymes.

And fix the little whistles and chimes.

The result, is a combination.

Nature's beauty, given to see.

and the writers mark inside me.

Together, is how the rhymes form.

But, I speak for all of us.

When I say, pencil in hand.

Lost in the endless world.

Where I lead the only herd.

Author's Note

Rhyming makes a poem oh so difficult, but it just adds that little zest that makes it so wonderful.

A personal poem, on how I feel when writing.

Reviews

[Lighthouse Call]

This is one amazing poem! I loved the subject and you explained things smoothly using music, which was a brilliant idea! Rhyming and its flow were great! Keep it up!! One of your best writes buddy!