By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I thought that when the hurting stopped
my heart would just stop sending
words to put on paper
and I’d have to stop pretending 

to have a way with words,
painting, blending, weaving
I thought it was an accident
and that I’d be caught deceiving 

but like the running water
slowly cuts through stone
this stream of words keeps flowing
a gift for me to own 

a gift from
my heart

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

2 thoughts on “A STREAM OF WORDS

  1. With deception can come a muse of insight that infuses with finding a natural stream of personal creation, including a painted word.

    I like your poem. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind comment and view. Love the thought about a painted word! I usually think of the words doing the painting but liked your thought! Certain words do carry their own painting. Great insight!


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