Words

Words land like birds
Upon my lined paper.
They flutter nervously,
Chirp without ceasing
Until I am compelled
To listen.

I am tempted to cut this paper
Word by word
And toss them into the wind
Hoping as they land
A perfect poem will form

by Raynette Eitel

Comments (1)

Ah, and so it did. Read mine - Writer's Delimma - Adeline