Word Storm (The creation of a poem)

I

At first the sky is crystal blue
and the sun hangs high,
in the way that it
always take.

Specks of white clouds appear
and more and more
are creeping near.

The clouds are getting heavy and dark
and suddenly the sky
is filled and the sun
is blanketed out.

II

The screen is blank
and words are sweeping in
till suddenly the image
is near and by itself
become words and lines
and maybe rhymes
and subject and language
and verse structures itself.

Drops of rain
starts to fall
and drops turn into
a blizzard of words,
that finds their mark
and dropp down as sounds
and transforms on paper
to a symphony of words.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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