Dancing With Words Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

It’s never easy being in your head,
where all the sounds and syllables are said
in broken lines and fragments of thought;
a dance where all the words are caught
in a wild crazy-making music of the mind.
A merry-go-round of thoughts and ideas tossed
about in a whirlwind of scattered language.
Only a writer can know
just how it should all go
so that it means something;
comes together in harmony and sings
and what joy there is in that creation.