I’ve commented here a couple of times that I write my best stuff when I focus on my rhymes and let my story write itself.  This poem is about that process.

Enjoy,

My Write Stuff

I free the words inside my head,
Not sure where they will lead.
I only know releasing them,
Fulfills some inner need.

Each word seeks out another word,
Then they demand some more.
The less I think the easier,
Subconcious to explore.

I hesitate to interfere,
As all these words run free.
I watch as they create a tale,
From somewhere deep in me.

By focusing on quatrain rhyme,
I write much better things.
For when I leave my mind alone,
A sweeter song it sings.

Cheers, Winston