A poem about poetry? I’ve never done that before! 😉
Poem © W. Scott Grant July 5, 1994 Words and thoughts meet In the swirls of time and space Where there is no meaning Only chaos Joining together Taking for as an idea Germinating, fertilizing Compounding, another and another Doubling, doubling again Feeding on chaotic substance Forming, growing, gaining life As it grows, it thrives, it pulsates It commands, it rules, it dominates It takes, like a parasite Until… Bursting forth! From the maelstrom: its womb It breathes life It screams in triumph. It is unique… A poem is born.