Box-Tops, Napkins, Paper, and Old Mail-
Box-tops, Napkins, Paper, and Old Mail…
One thing for sure, listen, will you please?
I do not write on tissue paper… sneeze!
But write upon most anything… Not walls!
My pen or pencil marks fulfilled flow falls.
And anyplace will do to write away.
In the moment inspiration comes to play,
Revealing ever-poignant thoughts, words spanned.
Whatever spark or flow falls to my hand.
I shall not allow fleeting words their loss.
Instead, must capture never-ending gloss.
Then, send a message to someone somewhere.
And dream, two hearts, shall wisdom share with flare.
Soon, Microsoft displays those words that streamed
Computer poet is what I am; oh, dream!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 13, 2010
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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