What Catches The Eye

How I pursue my hobby (and waste my time)

What first catches my eye
Is a word…or a phrase
That exerts a pull realized
Upon entering a maze
An air of adventure
That’s what it’s about
Where will this word lead you
Where will it come out?
The word is but a poem’s foundation
It’s only the start
The essential beginning
Yet only a part
As in a colorful flower
The single essence (the aforementioned word)
That as nectar is added
Draws into it’s presence
Fill out and embellish
The complement of bees (lil’ pollen thieves)
the blooming poem flower
As leaves do the trees
Until the word has taken
A life of it’s own
Become more than a word
And much more like a poem
It’s taken a  little imagination,
It’s taken a little effort (and maybe an hour)
To turn a little word into a thing of fascination
This poem I’ve created? I think I shall call it
…”Flower”

Author's Note

Not an essay, not a poem
perhaps you reviewers (Marie) can find it a home.

Reviews

[Marie]

I think this is a poem...about a poem...