Sometimes fleeting.
Sometimes overwhelming.
Thick like peanut
butter.
Thin like blood.
Drawn on joy.
Remembered tears.
So many experiences.
Spoken aloud.
There is magic in
meter.
Rolling of tongue.
The far pressed
syllables.
Stressed beyond
belief.
Until they break.
Like icicles on the
mind.
Embedding their
point.
Still - yet
screaming.
Waking something
within.
That spark of
ingenious madness.
Calling pen to
paper.
Write!
K.J.K. 08/20/2012
