The Word Connection

J. Marshall

A Poem

J. Marshall

A Poem

oh, to be a poet though

sheaves of papers in wire-bound notebooks

containing thoughts which are toted around like prized pieces of art

dreams of words being the mightiest of my weapons

dreams of my words hitting in ways words have never been able to hit for anyone, anywhere/

who knew a benign scroll, jot, loop de loop, along the lines of a college-ruled two hundred paged notebook would lock minds in like prisoners behind bars in a penitentiary

I’m writing from a mind with a connection to endless colors

endless words

endless people

endless personality types

endless plants

endless animals, environments, weather conditions

endless descriptions of anything and on and on into infinity

I’m writing with a connection to the infinite/in short, I’m writing with a connection to God

now…how is that for a connection?