They spill through my head <br /> <br />like a broken string of beads <br /> <br />to be mixed and matched <br /> <br />turned back to front <br /> <br />sorted and re-sorted <br /> <br />and dropping them <br />through my thoughts <br /> <br />into a galaxy of colours <br /> <br />until as if by magic <br />they become poetry!<br /><br />Pisapia Gina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bricks-and-mortar-of-words/
