Turn on the words and let them flow,
Just like a fountain spilling low.
Let them all splatter on the floor,
Mop them up and there will be more.
Pressing images on the mind,
Through messages, one at the time.
Readers run with a net and gloat,
Packing them in a bag and float.
Travel through words and motifs sent,
To worlds of painted enchantment!
Lynn M. February 25, 2017