THE BIRTH OF A POEM

[Cropduster]

THE BIRTH OF A POEM

It started with a simple word
A magic word at that
Attracting hosts of other words
Together well they sat
It grew in size, it grew in length
In rhythm and in rhyme
It grew into a verse or two
Within a space of time
And now its done, a finished work
For all the world to see
To warm the heart, to stir the soul
A piece of poetry

Copyright (c) Allan Cropper February 2015

[Heather]

Noice, very noice Allan. I likes it. The fun is in the writing.

Heather

[Cropduster]

Thanks Heather

A simple little fun poem

[Neville Briggs]

Some wise person has said " Poems are made from words, not ideas ".

[Ron]

Poetry in practice Al, well done!

Ron

[alongtimegone]

Bugger
But sometimes when it’s said and done
one thinks “Well hell! Can this be fun?
To sit and ponder; scratch one’s head
as through the verses one is lead
to find out after longish time
one simply can not find a rhyme.
Bugger!

[Neville Briggs]

You didn't forget the rhyme Matt

[alongtimegone]

And mine can be taken with that grain of salt Allan. I did enjoy your poem.
wazza

[Heather]

Matt towing the line - unheard of!

[Cropduster]

Thanks everyone.

All in all a short poem that is probably more suited as a children's poem


Allan