CHARMS BY LOIS *
A LOOK INTO THE WORLD OF THE CREATIVE SPIRIT.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
As Evening Strolled in
Once in awhile I write some poetry. I am not the best poet in the world but I think that drafting a poem is like painting a picture with words. I like the way words lay next to each other and how their companionship feels as the sound of them leaves your lips. I struggle to find words in a combination that depict how I am feeling at that moment and then beyond. I want the words to linger in my thought processes and help me remember the moment just gone by. Just like this evening, in the early darkening of dusk, when I don't want to do anything but at the same time do not want the day to leave without noting it, I can preserve the moment, the day, the feeling in a brief written poem.