Trapped Words

[darkflower]

Trapped Words

When I write my words just flow
I sing to them and let them go

Poems are just another nature
Part of my inspired nurture

Caress the words and free their spirit
Held inside the tranquil purest

Empty echoes of my mind
Write the words that I unbind

Tame and calm I let them free
Turned to change or leave them be

Rest or run at my whim
Freed from all my thoughts within

The rhyming comes as a sixth sense
Released along with recompense

To the wounded or fallen words
Left behind in idle herds

Unable to make the call of day
Washed with rain and carried away

To my idle mind again
Held beneath the sentence when

Along comes another poem
Out to which this word shall roam

It either fits or fails to see
Washed in rain and swept to me

And there I hold to each new thought
Every single word I’ve draught

And kiss and care with each new poem
Pray the word heeds to roam

With it’s herd and so will be
Nestled in peace and harmony

Or fall again to my feet
Swept up in the thunder’s beat

Brought back to wait within
Watching all it’s mournful kin

Hope to see a passing rhyme
They can fit into this time

But in the end they fall to me
And I carry them off to wait and see

For another try to be
Not another trapped word in me