Words, words of all kinds going through my head
Swimming as sentences like fish in my stream of thought
Sentences flowing like water in those streams
Flowing to make a poem, a beautiful literary work ever present in my mind

Making poems with emotions and stories
In places where tears fall like rain and smiles shoot rays of sunlight
Where anger can make a volcano erupt
And when you find a dandelion and blow to make a wish you know that they will come true

Making poems with energy
Feeling the adrenaline the author gets to you as you save the world and make it all better for the child stuck in the McDonald's play area
Power unmatchable by anything else

Poetry is word dancing
Poetry is being the puppet master
Pulling the strings to make the puppets dance
And here now, you’re probably thinking about puppet shows and puppeteers?
But see, I gave you that visual and train of thought by writing
By word dancing- I didn’t show you a picture
It was all you
And the words of all kinds going through my head