Writing

This poem is the first to dedicate to a reader, Nessa

Writing

My mind is flowing through an ocean of words
trying to find a piece to a puzzle
an ending to a verse

Words grasping for air
hoping that they are the ones chosen
strutting across my mind,
trying to add flare

Each word chosen and given an applause
standing high on a pedestal of rhyme
being without error, without flaw

Each word becomes a ballerina dancing on the page
catching its readers with amazement
causing an epic symbolic hypnotic gaze

WBS 1/17/14

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