Poetry in Progress
written by: AngelFace44
Working late, laptop in hand
across the keyboard fingers fly.
Earphones fill my ears with music
caressing its way through my mind.
A random word grabs my thoughts
it’s demanding to be heard.
The voice of Creativity is sparked
igniting a chain reaction of words.
To the side, forming thoughts are pushed
no distractions from work can I allow.
Still, in my mind, some images linger
there’s just no time to describe them now.
I took note of thoughts and phrases
for poetic means they have been claimed.
Seeking a folder to store my gems
I quickly assess each name.
The title of a poem on every last one
the words inside all polished and pretty.
None would do, for these words, still raw
be they loving, sad or witty.
A new folder created, I briefly thought
of what I should put as the title.
Potential filled each word inside
in using them, I will not be idle.
Poetry in Progress, the title shall be.
Like diamonds in the rough, poems start.
In time, the Poet in me will return
and finish creating my words into art.