Angele Toomey Poetry

I wrote this poem last night at approx. 9.55pm. I was on the train coming home from MCing a poetry night.

Flows
Tied to words
that flow in
a torrent
a flood of ideas
sparking off each other
sending electrical pulses
in all directions
riding this storm of thought
ebbing and surging
the words keep flowing
keep flowing
pulling me to new knowing
and old forgetting
keep flowing
flowing.