A Man Writing Poetry
I sit there
Pen in my hand,
While thoughts explode quietly,
Landing on mind without asking permission.
Dancing from a brain I can't explain;
It just works day and night without pay.
An employee I couldn't fire if I wanted to,
Keeps me thinking about nothing and everything.
A fun part is sorting reality from fantasy,
Then mixing them together for anyone to drink of.
Poured more than a few that had me wondering next day,
Those ones have left me hanging over dreamy cliffs.
I've danced on tight ropes and soared with birds,
All things I could imagine have been my essence.
Still, my greatest memories of love will end on one road;
The one that leads me back to the arms of my sweetheart.
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
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