Yet, I play imagination’s creative music in time with my innate desire.
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Relaxing leisurely in an ocean of tidal waves, rocking me all about in fun.
Not fearing my sudden appearance in their lives, just seeing me pass by as they go about their business.
Sinking into a mind-set,
Writing down interior feelings,giving them a voice to speak and orateuntil time has passed and left them on pages of a poetical book.
Sun setting on a western horizon, a magnificent
Silhouettes of saguaros, ocotillo, and barrelcacti, fanning across miles of desert shores.Beauty – soul deepening – resting upon a poet’screative mind.
Mind wandering off-key with a singer who can’t keep a tune.
can write without hearing him.Just concentrating on the music as it’s rhythms are playedin unison.
Bluened moods, highlighting the day as I write
Saturating my mind with tell-tale memories of thepast – some so darkened that I run and hide fromthem until I can focus on their source and makesome sense of the images.Totally recalling every word and nuance, whetheror not I want to.Examining all thoughts these visions bring to mind,trying to escape and find my way through…