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Wild-winged poem

A wild-winged poem burrowed into my brain,
Crashed and spun and tore through neurones,
Hooked into nerves,
Jiggled fingers,
Moved a pen,
Came out as words,

And the words FLEW!

They seeped along a street,
Through a car radio,
Blared into ears,
Made hands wave,
Lips smile,
Buildings shake,
Roads curve,
Clouds speed up,
The Earth spin,
The sun shine whiter –

Thoughts exploded in strange new ways,
Life became BRIGHTER!

So where does a poem come from? I don’t know, but I know a poem can make the world look different, if only for a few moments!

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By Chuck Thu Mar 13th 2014 at 1:34 pm  

Splendid! This, and the poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, turns the formula upside-down, so to speak: E = mc^2 becomes E = wc^2. Flip the m for ‘mass’ and it becomes w for ‘word.’

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