My Mysterious Romance

Words are all I have scrambled on a shelf in my busy brain, as each and every one of them try to collocate together to form a long snakey train..individual letters forming millions of meaningful effects, aurally spoken, written on paper or a fingered text.. my wonderful world of spellbinding wordplay, keeping me out of mischief in a mind-boggling way

How on earth can one get bored, creating rhyme amuses me.. whilst it doesn’t cost me a single penny.. playing with words is free..yes I use the same ones over and over again, yet in different context, with dissimilar definition, whatever comes out my befuddled brain.. my little hobby of happiness that I stumbled on by chance, my detatchment of the doldrums, my mysterious romance..Oblivion of where I am and wherever I may roam, tho I create poetry as I sit in the comfort of my own home

Parchment with a pen and any old piece of paper will do, then with a stretch of my imagination to conjure verse from out of the blue.. this scenerio transports me to places I haven’t been, I can visualize ancient castles in bygone years with a King and his Queen..I see mystical myths from tales never told, Arctic polar bears with glaciers azure blue with the cold..Mermaids and Merman hand-in-hand in the sea, swimming with the fishes eternally free.. as my mind wanders aimlessly where’er it may go.. this is my interpretation of my poetry variety show