Wordsmith

Alone in his own shadow Blinded by the brightness of his torch Overpowered by the poetry inside him The wordsmith chops up words Piling them into pieces of poetry Stacked against the wall of paper In a show of his poetic prowess Alone in his world of dreams He is overwhelmed by the desire to weave Tie words together in to a fish net And a basket full of worms Using his hook to plug out words From the ocean’s depth Where words hide in darkness Alone with her school of thoughts Overburdened by her mood And the blasting sound of her stereo The wordsmith bakes a cake of words Mixing together lyrics Into a gigantic dream Made of eccentric words Alone in his garden of dreams He works day and night Uprooting words with his sharp mind Planting seeds of poetry In the fertile grounds of his imagination