Torrential flow of words

Oh, the power, I realize, 
words, rhymes 
ionizing power. 
In the morning, I open the 
of my sources, 
I leave for the evening rhymes scraps. 
What do you do where to meet, 
flowing to you 
fast-flowing streams of words, 
roar of Poseidon 
wild waters. 
Nectarine you stretch out, 
with wine. quietly 
little by little, sneaked into sentences. 
Recall the feeling or problem, 
I write about the story.