One
It starts with one word.
A single, simple word that rings well in the mind
Takes it’s time to develop and before I know it
The word has found a soulmate
I can’t wait after that
A scrap of inspiration
Can’t dally in frustration
Take the running-start approach to poetry
Wring out creativity before it dries up
Tally up the rhymes
The emotion sustains it
My poem won’t take a week
A class period is enough time
To make a point
My stories come from an experience
That I need to whittle down
To find the core connection
Between a feeling and a proper noun
And by the end of the hour
I scour pages and pages of passion
So incredibly personal
As it has healed me
My creativity
And negativity
Are exhausted
And I’m left to read and re-read my achievement
Wanting to both hold it close and raise it above my head
In the hopes that someone, someone has overheard
How I wanted to get up from my desk and shout to the world
“This all came from just one word!”