Flying Fingers

Possessed by an unknown force
My fingers fly across the board
Words strung together
Thoughts knitted into rhyme
Nonsensical at times
I hesitate a moment, then type on
When the last word is writ
I see the magic of the script
Suspecting only, from whence they come
Thriving in the duty of messenger

Debbie Gravett © 2017.02.05

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