Words are like beads on a chain
Alone they can’t take any strain.
But joined up in gold
A sentence can mold
A prayer is repeated again.
Words cluster in larger groups
Waiting for writers to stoop..
Then instead of one word
A sentence is heard,
Some call this poetry soup.
Professors do not create words,
which from the unconscious are lured
They only critique
What you and I speak.
After conversing and writing,that’s third.