Jumbled words inside my head, <br />collected from the books Ive read. <br />Paper sheets by the millions, <br />vowels and consonants by the trillions. <br />Pictures, letters so absurd, <br />each dot and slash and every word. <br />Flash before me has I write, <br />I see them all in black and white. <br />Both a comfort and a fright, <br />sensory of my delight. <br />If I don't read how can I write, <br />words with pleasing letters? <br />But if I read when will I write, <br />and make my poems better?<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-read-or-write/
