Rhythm woven from strings of metaphor
displaying everyday occurences
as vibrantly as a marquee.
Words painting pastels with splashes of
deep heavy reds and
bright sunshiny yellows.
These words are just broken fragments until
pieced into stories
of pain, despair, joy, triumph.
I struggle to find some way I can change the world
something which will inspire.
And yet I find my inspiration in the poem itself.
For it is through the pen strokes, scratch lines and
crumpled scraps of paper that the
true rhythm of my mind is revealed.