River of Rhyme

There has to be a reason why I'm lifting up my pen, the ink has started flowing and the words appear again. The stanzas are evolving as I scribble every line. and my head is full of rhythm as the lines all start to rhyme. I feel it in my heartbeat and it's never going to stop as the blood that's pulsing through my veins has not got time to clot. Most times it’s flowing rapidly, but at times it seeps quite slow but like a living river I could never stem its flow. It bears me on its current as it washes me along oblivious to its reason but captured by its song. There is nothing can deter it as it travels through my land baptizing me with knowledge in the way I understand. So I lift my pen and answer... all my feelings I explore allowing every sentence to come rushing in my door. Until at last my writing has relieved the throbbing pain that makes me need to sit and write my poetry again. Ivor G Davies