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