THE DEVELOPING ROOM

Words are going out of the door!
Wonderful words with amazing phrases.
They turn around and beckon me,
to get up and write us down.
I can’t move.  They are pushing and urging!
My body and mind are frozen with sleep.                                                       
My breathe pushes energy into conscious mind.
So they stay around for a little while.
Rolling over like playful puppies,
they are kicking up and teasing me to play.
They present to me: Joy! Love! Mirth and Care!
Who are waiting their turn to be born.
Their time is now.
Alas, they are slipping away and returning to the
Incubation Room.
Hoping to be remembered and nurtured.
There, they will stay and wait.
Until my hands give them birth.

By
Earthene Fleming
May 6, 2009