679. The Words Danced To The Rhythm Of His Pen

And so the words danced to the rhythm of his pen
filling the once blank white page
each wanting to join to tell a story
while holding onto to their own uniqueness

The lines waltzed gently for the reader’s eyes
many competing for the most attention
not caring if they rhyme or not
as long as they get to be read

The verses gyrated in their spots
that their creator had carefully decided to place them
every one with their own message
and most of them with their own pictures to show

The whole piece can be a thing of beauty
as changing patterns gently sway in the mind of the reader
just like when the writer first created them
and the words danced to the rhythm of his pen