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