Poetry
A poet,
a talking head
his voice
a river
of his mind
his words
meander
from his heart
a conversation
of some kind
erupts
expels
images
memories
trapped
in the past
frozen
in time
spoken
at last
set free
in rime
this verse
flies free
‘til read
better yet
said
to me
or thee
will never
die
for on
this page
I forever
lie
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2012
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