I Don'T Know Why
I really don’t know why
of these poems that I write,
come to me from the sky
in the dead of the night?
From the sky so it seems
that these words come to me,
not anyway in dreams
yet somehow that’s the key.
There’s a place in my mind
a secret place I guess,
of a poetical kind
just like a game of chess.
Is someone there I ask
because these words distant,
someone behind a mask
a dead poet insistent?
I’d no education
only the street wise kind,
a mind on vacation
now going bloody blind.
Then I found my refuge
on the net poetry soup,
just a wondrous deluge
of comments from this group.
Yet still I don’t know why
of these poems that I write,
come to me from on high
or deep within my plight?
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2012
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