Often when I travel by train,
I discover that my sleepy brain,
Very suddenly, comes alive
And jumps straight into overdrive.
All at once, it clicks into gear,
And mixes together many ideas.
Above my head, on comes a light,
And, suddenly, I have a new poem to write.
A poem may stem from a single word:
Something I’ve read or something I’ve heard.
I sometimes write about places I’ve been,
Emotions I’ve experienced or people I’ve seen.
To write a poem, I often don’t plan,
But, inside my head, a new idea lands.
Ideas for a poem are never-ending;
I have quite a few ideas still pending.
The rhythm of the train provides a good beat,
And, in my pad, I begin a new sheet.
Once I’ve completed the first few lines,
I know that my poem will work out fine.
I find that ideas are soon freely flowing,
And, on the page, my poem is growing.
I love to work with rhythm and rhyme;
Writing poetry, I spend quite some time.
I often write while I am on-the-go:
Motion, I find, helps the ideas flow.
Often by the time my journey is done,
I’ve written another poem – just for fun!