Spontaneous Words/Improved Poetry
Why not write a poem , one word at a time, I swear, in ordering my brain to by pass by my will. Please just take your words within a thought directly to my writer’s hand.
I’m still waiting! What, I don’t understand, for my hand is writing about sand; quite silly if you ask me, but that’s right, you didn’t ask me, and I warn you, my self-will is about to make a stand.
My hand is waiting not so patiently, the sands of our planet move like water within a desert, as the winds creates beautiful waves.
Just wait one moment my dear brain, I hate to admit this, but I’m actually having fun and this piece possibly might be one of my spontaneous faves
How silly can one be for I totally forgot, this is a first you see. At last, you have my writer’s hand hard at work and it’s writing that you expect a fee?
Now what are you doing? It’s reasonable, then I must suffer from insanity, however, you are in charge and after many years of having you in my head; well I must agree.
What now! As a brain I’m quite smart, therefore, only if your published, to which I have my doubts. Then I’d be quite happy with a fair sum.
Oh please, stop with that sad little face because you never know you might be the next great published poet of our time. To which I have my doubts, but who am I, just a brain. You must believe in yourself, and for Gods sake, stop looking so glum!
William E. Hay
(Copyright April 8th/2012