i set myself a challenge
to write about the first thing i saw
when i opened my eyes....
it was a hairbrush.
that hairbrush became
a catalyst, a tool,
to carry my imagination
to the full.
then the poem took over,
it started to write
itself, unled,
it just bled words
onto the screen
words i'd never seen
before.
and it just growed and growed,
it flowed, at great speed
to form a read
of sorts.
it twisted and turned,
burned,
became its own thing
its own entity
i was just an on-looker
hooked on
to its gruesome content.
but i was content
to let it live its own life
and run away with itself.
and when it was done
i found it had been one
of those fun things
i will do again,
and again.
rachael richmond
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-just-growed-and-growed/
