Wilding: that which grows without cultivation
I harvest the words
in fits and starts
snatched from a dream
a melting heart
a phrase here
a thought out there
wilding words
that weave into verse
burst into song
weep and delight
to create a poem
that is my life.
ipsita banerjee 
Thank you!
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Ah! I find word-pictures to be so delightful. My sister was reading me a poem today that she wrote. It intrigues me to hear different people’s styles. Good job.
Visiting from the A to Z Challenge. See my “W” post here: https://lydiahowe.com/2017/04/27/w-is-for-water-and-no-tea-atozchallenge/
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