The Conception of Words The words on this page are not hollow, They have more than material worth. The words that are going to follow, Have gone through a process of birth. The conception of words isn’t instant, At times it can be imprecise. Though some people see words as distant, To some they take much sacrifice. Words flow through the mind all the time, The writer is waiting for gold. Searching for words that are prime, Waiting for them to take hold. These put down on pages, And then are assembled with care They go into the final stages Before they can be declared. Dotted with punctual precision, Carefully laid out with measure The writer then makes a decision, To recite these words at his leisure. Words are conceived much as humans. In process’s that take up much time. The birth of a word and a new man, Can both be the begging of rhymes.
