January 18, 2010


Where do those words come from
Some be smooth and others like a storm
Growing like waves pounding my thoughts
Being tossed back and forth a hard battle fought

Some with rapturous venom as words can sting
Others flow free you can't help but sing
Some come with a pleasant harmony
Some are playful others that of melancholy

Some complex and require understanding
Others like a puzzle wanting solving
Flowing together back and forth in day or night
Creating many wonder's that may shed some light

Where answers may be unknowingly found
Where Questions asked are often bound
Where one may take that creative leap
When put to paper some end in a heap

Some are kept for ever with pride in a book
Where it can then be opened for others to look
Some are made into something longer
What ever the cause words have something to offer

Jennifer Don (c)

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