by Susan Kmita

Created on: April 08, 2010

The Right Word

It escapes in the day hours

Takes the mind prisoner at night

Fighting off unwanted powers

In an effort to make it right

It swims out with the ocean tide

Twisting the mental wave

Bathing in the artistic ride

Slipping away before it is saved

It blows in the barren prairie fields

Teasingly over the sunflowers it flies

Its poetic harvest is not ready to yield

The more it inspires, the harder it tries

It flows in the lazy linguistic river

Bathing itself in metaphoric sunlight

Tip of the tongue can’t deliver

It retreats back to its playful plight

It soars in flight with the eagles

In its freedom it can be heard

It gravitates to the creative pull

Home at last…the right word

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