Words Poem by Phil Soar

Thousands of words written, some cast away
Some with a method, or just something to say
Nonesense or cynical, thoughtful or stressed
Something quite lyrical, something possessed

Words flow quite freely, most of the time
Some with a meaning or some with a rhyme
Letters together make up something absurd
The will to encompass, the well written word

With a mindful of twittering and reflective sounds
All turning to words, the sentences mound
Building a hill or a mountainous book
The words build a dictionary in which to look

Never knowingly lost for an unusual theme
Making a meaning from a beautiful dream
Taking a story and making it flow
Words from one's mind, with a place they must go

Written on paper, or typed on a page
To be held for a while, left there to age
With the hope they can makes someone smile or grieve
Yours for the taking, mine for to leave.