Word patterns scramble round
and round, seeking the perfect
order and placement as I write,
like the lights of the Ferris Wheel
against the darkness of night,
a blur of vibrant colors
illuminating my mind.
Thoughts group into stanzas
rocking gently in the air,
the gondola rising higher and higher
then rounding
and descending to spill
out upon the page,
still breathless from the ride.
~~ Judi Van Gorder
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