Catching the Drift
To sit down and write
my thoughts ,on vellum recite,
until the form becomes right;
To look and listen and to see,
watch,quiet,and to be
a sponge absorbed ,by me;
The let these feelings outwards fly,
unfettered poetic dreams as
white clouds upon a summer sky;
To touch another with my thought,
whereby this infection is caught
and does not on paper ,abort.
Then will this idea live on
in other hearts,after I've gone.
Brian Strand
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
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