Simple words
fell
from
the
sky
A poet passing by
picked them up
one
by
one
She placed them in her heart
and from them grew
a bouquet of words and phrases and sentences and paragraphs
Volumes began to pour from her finger tips
Streams of beautiful, flowing dreams flowed,
Dampening paper with dark ink as wet as
The tears that flowed from her eyes
Some words were lost,
Drowned in those tears
But others took root, strengthened and grew
To the ends of the earth
Where other poets
picked them up
one
by
one
© Andrea Vermaak. First published on her blog Sea Foam and Citrus, 2017.