In my mind there is a poem forming
Like a stormy sea all frothy, foaming
My fingers pull letters to make these words
Drawing them together like cattle in herds.
Creative juices flowing, typing a stanza
Word after word, poetic bonanza
Flowing indeed cause me not to drown
My river quenches this barren town.
Too long without stimulant, focus or muse
A ship you are on which I cruise
Sailing these seas inspiration searching
Like a stormy night thunderous, lurching.
The calm is here amidst the chaos
The land ahoy: cursed pathos
Fragment use consider revising
Words are flowing poetry surviving.
Swept away in alphabetical delight
Swimming in letters no respite
These days are mine and yours and ours
Talking about you with you for hours.
Chaotic crashing; ideas in my brain
From words you said or did refrain
Anything small or large from day to day
Everything we do everything we say.
Crashing, foaming; words on my shore
Splashing, forming, creating lore
My boat is rocking from the storm
It is this place that I call home.
© Kris Blackburn 20/06/08