Poeming through the Night!
Words slip through my odd mind,
as over this old keyboard I but rest,
seeking something I may even find,
though not always my personal best!
Words whisper the possibilities there within,
and I listen in wonder to the things they’ve said,
and sometimes write them down to read again,
and find some surprise at where they have led!
Entwined around some idea still half formed yet,
the poem is a fledgling life findings its own way,
and I really have no idea where it going to set,
taking my chances as I scribe what the words do say!
Let the wonder and the winsome have their play,
and follow the bouncing ball along the line,
seeking the end of the story, finish the poem I say,
and trust your muse to make it come out perhaps fine!
Here I sit in the deepening night again,
floating thoughts upon a slumbering sea,
surprised what the tide will bring from my pen,
wonder from where did this come to be?
Poeming through the Night!
Fabulous!! Oh my I love it. It sings!!