
We get ourselves up,
and the magic begins;
stretching for miles,
inspiration spins.
Winding its way
from shore to shore,
sorcery floods pages
with creativity galore.
None can get enough,
so we suck it all in,
not a single word
goes in the bin.
Ideas flow freely,
our pages complete;
every word written
a mesmerizing treat.
Images spill out
on thirsty pages;
hungrily, we feed
as momentum rages.
The mind a playground,
every heart, a child;
the results of a writer
full of wonder and wild.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/child-forest-lights-magic-7035625/
Wow i like it
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You’re an amazing poet. Thank you
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The mind a playground- truly. Beautiful, Michelle
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Beautiful poem
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Beautifully done 💖
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Ah, it’s truly a wondrous thing to behold. Beautiful!
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Thank you… ❤️
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This is wildly wonderful Michelle! I love it my friend!
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Thank you, Cindy. You’re wildly wonderful too! 🙂🎉
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You’re so welcome Michelle! Oh thanks so much … it takes one to know one I expect.. xo 💖💖💖
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Awww you’re so sweet. 🌼🌟🌸🤩💫
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From thoughts to words, and then from words to thoughts. (The trip from author to reader.)
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