Where do poems come from?
Those little crevices in our minds
where silent rhymes dwell,
with twinkling mischievous eyes,
pouncing on unsuspecting words
as a tiger on it's startled prey.
Where silky prose wafts into
cragged cracks in the coils
and electric waves of thoughts,
wrapping endlessly in filmy spindles
around our hearts.
Written Tuesday, February 7, 2012 - 2:50pm
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