Salted Words


Poem #6 "The gift of poem" this tells how the poems come to me...

P O E M STracy & RobinComment

"The gift of poem" 

on prose or whit or whim

my thoughts are not composed

scattered unpoised thinking

is how my mind unfolds


the words that appear 

are a surprise to me

had no idea they were ready

just waiting in pen to flee


the gift of poem is just that

merely just a gift

I've done nothing to acquire it

its come here quite so swift


as has been stated at the start

I'm left somewhat perplexed

I only wait with pen in hand

to see what words He'll give me next