A LAND FLOWING WITH MILK AND POETRY

Imagine a place where there’s
no writers block and the words
you need to use follow you as
sheep in a flock

The ideas and concepts process in
your mind and they whip up like
cotton candy being whipped
in a machine sweet and soft

Your imagination arises and it takes
you on a journey of wherever your
heart leads as you sit back and enjoy
the ride on an ever so calmly flowing
river of words you can puzzle piece in
your writing creation

You can see poetry broken down in
every single syllable to factual to
fictional to prose to haku from long to
short in its full entirety

You can pick a piece of poetry fruit from
a tree and take a bite and be inspired by the
taste and with that, you write your
master piece

Where you can deep fry poetry and serve it
hot too others to mentally ingest and quench
their thirst as though they’re having a glass of
chilled poetry wine

A place where poetry is collaborated together
in the arts of song and dance growing from its
roots and being acted out from rooftops and
every street corner

A place where you can sit back and enjoy a
nice cup of poetry and watch other like minded
poetry readers and writers take stage and shout
out their poetry to be heard in truth and in spirit

A place where your mind stays crystal clear and
sharp as a double edged sword slicing through
the worldly boundaries of what’s poetry and
what’s not

Here you can see your words manifest in likes
of a child and then grow into an
adult

Where you can plant a seed of poetry and watch
it grow amongst the rest in your garden of
works

Where poetry grows from the ground and the rest
fly through the sky as birds and they chirp together
in song as an orchestra at a
concert

This place is flowing with so much
milk and poetry that if I don’t end it
here, it would be a never ending piece
of milk and poetry