Words they are just words,
Periods? A bloody mess.
Apostrophes so possessive,
Whilst commas give us breath.

Ellipses have geometry,
Colons are full of shit.
Sentences are such punishment
And semicolons continue it.

Poetry dances stories and
Prose, it sets them straight.
Whatever your mind brings on,
Gives birth to something great.

Something you’ve created
That has never been before,
A planted seed of subtly
Let it grow into much more.

Each verse creates new life,
cryptic passages move on.
A stanza told, left to unfold,
Sexy letter-spattered spawn.

So read the souls of others
And write and read some more,
Feeling-flooded fusion flourishes
In this place worth to explore.

Love you WordPress fam. Keep on writing.