
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
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