Monday 10 May 2010

Poem

 

This poem
has
no shape
no form
it begins
quietly
as music
soft words
gentle
silences
building up
into a wild crescendo
                            of sound
of laughing,
                  dancing,
                               singing,
                                           gaeity
of words        
      frolicking          across         the           page
a rampage
           of   the       free     spirit
and then
it
stops


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