A Prime/Acrostic Poem |
Journey On paper Understanding myself within Recording the events of life Nurturing my creative soul with spewing words Always able to rant and rave, love and cherish without fear Lines without structure, sentences without plot, paragraphs without pace; no rhyme, no reason Ejecting the rules of grammar, punctuation and spelling, allowing originality to brightly shine Nibbles of inspiration radiating streaks across the page, waiting for me To capture and create, mold and shape Rebuild with structure, pace, plot Ideas are born Evolving into Stories Written for "Invalid Item" |