How We Write

Write what you know
Or write how you feel
Like a river burst to overflow
In the words you shall seal.

Words like driftwood logs down the rushing stream
Marking the way to the mouth of the bay.
Interlocked into a little team
Molded like a pot of clay.

Sentences in the loom we thread
Linking each word in its respectable knot.
Fraught with dangers ahead
As punctuation needs to be caught.

Paragraphs split machinery in a car.
Engines revving for the reader's eye.
Lined with expectations high bar.
Only in style can we try.

Stories colored into a piece of art\
Every little detail made into an author's masterpiece.
Colors splashed together, tasty as a Poptart.
Without heart, an author's life shall cease.