I spew forth words
that come into my head
incongruous to inner thoughts
words that I struggle with
or capable of
displaying
shallow perhaps
unlike
an abyss
babbling kindred
to a brook
not expressing
that become holes in
my narrative
I spew forth words that
come into my head
wanting
to bear richer fruit
grafted vine upon the vine
shades
cast by trees in the sun
tone
for inspiration an opus
interest
to paint a picture
impression
footprints in the sand
I spew forth
words the come into my head
but I am learning
unremitting
like fine
raindrops that fall from the sky
before the storm
in my quest
for the compelling
ramblingsfromamum 29.12.2012
Encouraged by Susan L Daniels to whom I am grateful for reaching into myself and how I write.