Hold your pen loosely...Relax,
First, there's a Sense of......Something,
A slight tingling of the fingers,
In your head you start to feel,
Excited in a way,
An itch you can't scratch.
Almost as if they had always known,
Hand and pen to paper are drawn,
Then, like magic, words appear,
They seem to take on a life of their own.
Eerily you begin to "feel",
Life, through others' eyes,
You..."See"...What they think,
There's no veil of disguise.
All seems a senseless jumble,
Let it happen, doesn't matter,
All of a sudden ideas in mind clatter,
They sort themselves,
Then take form,
From which you choose what pleases you,
And....
A poem is born.