[untitled words] or When the Words Write

For the most part

an author

or writer

or person

writes the poem.

But every once in a little hile,

something special happens.

A hand picks up

a pen

or pencil

or keys

and the poem writes the person.

It doesn't linger or pause,

it flows.

The words run out of the point

as if they were damed up for so long

and finally burst.

Sometimes they flow out too fast

and splatter on the page

in ink spots

pencil shavings

and deletions.

They become unrecognizable,

almost as much as the person they're writing.

But with careful organization

and a little faith,

the words form

neat and trim.

They paint a picture

take a photo

and copy and paste

the face

of the author

the writer

the person.

 

Reviews

[world war jessica <3]

i love your wtitings~ nothing else to say... i dont feel the need to critique so just take a compliment! ;P