Tumbling Words

Tumbling words,

nouns pronouns and verbs,

letters that cascade like snow,

on the page they dutifully go,

in line all present and correct,

the 'O's roll around and the 'L's stand erect,

words they say it all,

upper-case loud, quiet the small,

full stops end the line,

commas pause for the rhyme,

without fonts this would be problematic,

the sentences wouldn't be so automatic,

imagine a life without words,

be like trees without singing birds,

blank pages just gathering dust,

or scribbles you still haven't 'sussed',

clip art would rule the day,

funny little images having their say,

thoughts would collapse as a notion,

only gestures to portray emotion,

they say you can talk with your eyes,

look at me for yes, averted for lies,

but without words we'd be like the apes,

blank expressions, open gapes,

and you would be wasting your time,

'cos this would be a blank sheet with no lyrical rhyme!

Then with a growing procession

Tumbling words with rhythmic succession

Paused, and below created in time...

In the realm of language, where thoughts align,

Tumbling words escape, a poetic design,

They dance and twirl, in rhythm and rhyme,

A symphony of expression, frozen in time.

In a flurry of thoughts, they cascade and flow,

Tumbling words like a river, ready to show.

Rhymes intertwine, painting pictures in rhyme,

A lyrical dance, echoing through time.

In a whirlwind of letters, they go,

Tumbling and dancing with a flow,

From pen to page, their magic shows,

Rhymes and rhythm, in glorious rows.

In a world filled with tumbling words,

Where meanings unravel, like soaring birds,

In a dance of letters, spinning round,

Poetry emerges, a spellbinding sound.

In a whirlwind of language, the words dance,

Twisting and turning in a poetic trance,

Like acrobats, they somersault and prance,

Tumbling, rhyming in a rhythmic cadence.

In a flurry, they dance and twirl,

Tumbling words, a playful whirl,

Rhymes and rhythms, they wildly spin,

Crafting tales from within.

Words tumble like a cascade of rain,

Linking thoughts and weaving a chain,

Their melodies dance, their rhythms flow,

As they paint emotions, high and low.