Words, to chew like bubble gum, thoughts popping, snapping, wisdom springing a leak. What do your words mean? Do they move, blend, cut, or grow? Do they make you dance, sing, learn or show? Trip it up at the Disco…get down at the club tonight.
Poetry is my number one outlet for creativity. For me words are motion. They can capture the essence of emotion when combined to make what we call poetry. I have been writing since I can remember. A string of thoughts will pop into my head and instantly form into a bubble of emotion.