the Poets theme

many words are like fire and then they turn into Rain

january through December many feelings and Sentiments

create a theme of timely and lasting Pain

how do words pour like salt and Pepper and yet

never are visable but have the lasting stick

and like a aftertaste it tends to linger and enlighten

a new theme and a worldwind of creativity feels

like 4th of july sparkles in the air and the mind

is asked to digest and capture those moments

but what becomes of the writer and the meanings?

what becomes of being eager to compose but

fearful of what the dynamics of those thoughts

just may mean??