I’d have all the time in the world then
And I could let myself
Get carried away
When an emotion would emerge within;
A whiff of a poem just behind!
Words would swirl and swoon about
On their own
To rhyme
To express
To make sense
To move
And I’d happily let them.
I’d just stand
And observe
The silent beating and music
Of the movement of those words.
They’d rise
They’d change
They’d disappear
They’d reappear
They’d arrange
And they’d spur more emotions!
A moment would come
When I’d grab hold
Of a pen
And a paper
And let my mind
Let go
All that stands worded
But not yet expressed
In motions of lines and angles and curves!
A big relief
It’d seem by the end
That all that longed to be heard
Is somewhat settled.That was the past though
It’s no longer the present.
Now words don’t swoon or swirl
But stay deeply hidden
From view
Be it any day
Of the week
Or be it any month
Of the year;
They remain bedridden
As if badly caged in a zoo
Unable to break free
Of something powerful and passive.
At times
They are able to break free though
When songs, be they any,
Surround
Me and the words!
Songs
With beats rising
And going down
Tickle the words into being
Again
And they rise
And they change
And they disappear
And they reappear
And they arrange
And spur more emotions
And also start to settle
Until the songs
Run out of steam
And gone are the beats
And the words settle back
Into oblivion
Their current desired state of being.
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