Something, Something Poem by Matthew Holloway

There's a verse
Echoing
Resplendent in itself
Some magic happening
Somewhere, somehow
Speaking
In prose and song
Playing to thought
And heart in similar parts
Unmeasured in any form
Just a flow of being
Being poured
Into the pot of life
The pan upon the stove
Cooking something
That may well feed the mind
Stay the starving soul
And feed creation
And there, where it begins
Is a verse playing
On repeat
On repeat
On repeat