A serenade
imagination on parade
tune and in create
with a cup of joe
thoughts with gifts to bestow
from with thoughts and words grow
sunny skies contain
the magic of the night rain.
What can be retrained
whats left to redeem
from bits of a dream
notes of things seen and unseen
It becomes scrambled
tangled in crazy babble
with parts picked out of the scramble
Days and nights meld
of images thought and felt
catch them before they melt.
Finding a poem
to add to the tome
writing thoughts that roam
gives the writing a purpose
deeper than the surface
completely in thoughts immersed.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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What a wonderful write...
I can relate to it, feel the same.
Very interesting poem ... random thoughts
I like it
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