Patty Brown
1 min readJul 2, 2020


i often wonder about the words in my head

when i was a little girl

i walked around with a book

the words would take me someplace else

at the table


under the sheets

i should have been asleep

then i fell in love with lyrics

i loved the notes

but the words more

the love

the agony

of carol king

will you still love me tomorrow

then i grew up

and spoke the words expected

the paragraphs of normal

the life regretful

until wisdom inspired the faucet of my thinking

the words

the broken dam

the race out of my head

the turbulent flow

i grab them as they go

and put them down

in prose

in rows

in rhyme

the legacy of my time



Patty Brown

If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.