The Ode
Starts to flow.
I sit down, frown and cogitate
Then pick up my pen
And watch the thoughts in my mind
Go round and round again.
I settle on a subject
Then mix my words with rhyme
And then the ode starts to flow
In a familiar voice that’s mine.
Penned pencilled and parcelled
Then tapped out on the keys
On my laptop computer
The words become a breeze.
I never know the story
And don’t devise the plot
I let my mind find the way
As words fall in the slot.
And when I’m done it is fun
To read what I have penned
From the first word I have written
Right up to the end.
I read it like a lullaby
A hand that rocks the cradle
And the crumbs I then sweep
Underneath the table.
I do it for amusement
To satisfy my mind
To knit an ode of magic
With my words intertwined.
©
David Rudder
2023
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