Sometimes I sit reading…

doing dishes…

folding clothes…


The words start


Words that MUST

be captured

Words that find a

white space and crawl

on their own from

my pen…

taking control of my

hand and mind

until they run that

particular course…


Looking back at

random journals or

previous blog posts

I sometimes don’t

recognize the

words as my own




Words have a life and

mind of their own

and demand to be



in multi-colors

across white pages…


Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

NOTE: This poem grew on it’s own from part of a tweet I made to a friend about how my writing/poetry evolves.