Terms Poem by Phil Soar

Using terms I did not know I knew
I try and re-create what's held in store
This memory bank that seems to hold it all
Only to surface when I least expect it
Spreading the details onto the page
I wonder how I control the steady flow
as it emanates from deep within

And as I do, I blink with the speed of the flow
Like a fast flowing river diving over a rocky cliff
Pouring over all before it
touching everything in it's path
soaking the mind
refreshing the place it left behind
with new words ready to seek escape
but waiting in the bank
for now