I hear a rhythm deep inside my head
and the words just seem to flow
Mostly moving there in time
sometimes a little slow

It’s rather like a beating drum
repeating patterns heard
With me there as the drummer
turning rhythm into word

Lyrical, the magic flows
words dance to rhythmic beat
Crafted by the poet’s hand
until they are complete


Day 12 of the ‘Blogging from A-Z challenge

Shape and form

The change is subtle
happens slow
O’er many years
that come and go
With rise and fall
the shingle moves
and unseen hands
refine and smooth
But in every line
the sea has curved
I’m sure to find
poetic word
For like the sea
I find a way
to craft new lines
with words to say
This inspiration
given free
carved by the
mighty hand of sea


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