David Wood

Gold Star - 12,216 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Words - Poem by David Wood

Do words come like a rider less horse
Galloping across green fields, jumping
And running free, kicking the air with
Its hind legs with hoofs kicking up turf.

Do words come like a sail-boat riding the
Waves with a southerly wind blowing
And sea spray from bow waves breaking
In the wind, hitting your face.

Do words come like riding a fast motorbike
Through winding twisty country lanes
In the early morning calm as the sun
Grows large on the horizon.

Or do words come in like a gentle breeze
Kissing your face on a warm summers day,
Words that grace the page with lines
Of thoughts that slowly turn into poems.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Where do the thought that create poems come from

Comments about Words by David Wood

  • Kavya . (5/28/2013 5:26:00 AM)

    wat an imagination.......very nice poem........at times words flow in automatically during special moments of sadness, happiness or when u fall in love. thx for sharing (Report) Reply

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  • (5/27/2013 6:56:00 AM)

    An enjoyable poem which asks the question where do the thoughts come from to create a poem?
    I bet you've been asked that very question many times?
    I once read an article by a Poet and writer who said there's no such thing as Writers Block,
    it's just the writer being lazy and ignoring the inspiration all around him or her.
    He may be right or wrong but there is a lot of stuff out there!
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  • Farah Ilyas (5/22/2013 1:11:00 PM)

    Kissing your face on a warm summers day, wonderfully answersed the question qrised in every mind..i like it (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (5/21/2013 5:11:00 AM)

    @ Where do the thought that create poems come from:

    An Excerpt from The Education Of An Amphibian by Aldous Huxley:
    ...there is the not-self who inhabits the world from which we derive our insights and inspirations. This is the Not-selfwho spoke to Socrates through his daimon, who dreamed the text of Kubla Khan, who dictated King Lear, and the Agamemnon, and The Tibetan Book Of Dead..., the Not-self who is responsible in all of us for every enhancement of wisdom...every intellectual power...
    (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (5/19/2013 4:21:00 PM)

    Where do poet's words come from? One always wonders. I think you answered this nicely. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (5/19/2013 8:07:00 AM)

    Beautiful David, some lovely metaphors. Love the last verse. (Report) Reply

  • Somanathan Iyer (5/19/2013 7:39:00 AM)

    the last lines are powerful. nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (5/19/2013 7:23:00 AM)

    kissing your face on a warm summers day. Very good David. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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  • (5/19/2013 7:20:00 AM)

    A great poem, I just read A Charmed Life by David Essex.
    A fantastic book, I got the idea to write my new poem called,
    A Lost And Lonely boy. In the book he talks about his film, Stardust,
    I got the idea to write it from that. I not the same story but it's
    what gave me the Idea.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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