A Poem

It is a click of inspiration The moral standard of idea It comes to my head I write I push the pen - the ink blots I see imagery with written word You study the main plots Deciphering reality in the mind Picturesque beauty I find Embedded in the aura - Right!? My word you say its absurd Within the IQ - I see just a few Blots in your head too with word What do I see? You- What do you wonder about me? Do I have any kind of clue? My poetics are read. Your mind is fed I oppose the reality with positive view For some reason it made you tone with blues I recollect the terms if you wish A poem is studied by brain Then why if then did wish come true The thoughts impaired by translation Each plot a motivation within If the rain then poured in your mind The dreary dark clouds inside Still positive thoughts made you blue I ponder thinking I still oppose Each poem I think instead Should smell like a beauteous rose..