Poem Words
A poem came to me one day
Just a word that went astray
And fortunately passed my way.
No tone or promise, just an array.
Two more floated, then another
Drifted past and softly uttered
A hint of rhyme that lingered long
And strung together, prolonged.
The beauty of it felt so new,
Red and yellow, pink and blue
Bouquets of flowers not of words
Not at all what I first heard.
But bouquets need attending
Rearranging, somehow blending
Until they look just right
Standing tall in bright sunlight.
It’s then I found the words were rhyme
A poem passing through my mind.
And that is how it came to be
Nothing at all to do with me.
I’m just a catcher of stray words
Passed by wind and songs of birds
Until at once they come together
Poem words from wind and feather.
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