http://spillwords.com/author/phyllispcolucci/
https://www.amazon.com/Phyllis-P.-Colucci/e/B00VMU8B44
“The Spirit”
“The Spirit” surrounds you
Like a flock of tiny birds
Chirping literary magic into your ears
Circling around you like the wind
Sprinkling you with angel dust
Summoning you to sing
You take that magic and make it yours
You sing like an opera star
You turn words into images
Images into poetry
Poetry into stories
Stories into a reader’s dream
Your heart beats faster
Your thoughts run a marathon
Your mind illuminates with emotion
Your soul reaches euphoria
You speak in tongues
Until “they” all come to life
You give them names
You give them homes
You give them life
…With a touch of personality
and a platform to speak
They give you infinite dialogue, in return
You create a world beyond reality
You give them a road map to explore it
They walk the streets of that world
You speak to them, they speak to you
The spoken word becomes the written word
Now, your pen writes the rest
They do and say whatever you wish
Their personalities evolve page by page
They sing and dance, they love and hate
They laugh and cry, they procreate
Their story becomes your story
Or, perhaps, does your story become their story?
…Then the old clock strikes midnight
Your mind is weary, your hand is tired
You place the pen down
“They” walk no more, “They” talk no more
Is it all over? Or is it the beginning?
Is it now about losing? Is it now about winning?
…You must wait until tomorrow, when “The Spirit” calls
Surrounding you like a flock of tiny birds
Chirping literary magic into your ears
Circling around you like the wind
Sprinkling you with angel dust
Summoning you to sing…
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