It started with a thought.
A single idea.
The thought shifts and
a word!
The thought is now two
and three and ten words.
The words that were an idea
that was a thought
became a sentence.
Sentences flow from the pen and
pages!
More and more pages,
each deftly speckled with words
and ideas,
form and grow.
The stiff spine and solid
unmoving wings enclose the pages
filled with sentences that were
words that were ideas that was
a thought.
The idea has grown.
Changed.
And to think it all started as
a thought.
A/N This is a poem I wrote in English class that I actually really liked. It pretty much sums up writing for me. The picture on the side is what inspired me. Enjoy :)
