A Poetic Ensemble

Like an unannounced gust of wind across the prairie, They sometime are born in a late-night dream. Often in bits and pieces, they form a scene. They occasionally are fashioned and formed with ease, and at other times, they seem to have a mind of their own, leading me down a path I've never been. With them, I learn to flow and grow, becoming a little more creative. There are times when they are beautiful and charming; and at other times, they are sad, puzzling, alarming. They take me backwards and forward; up and down. But they never leave me stranded, alone, or without some form of assistance. They will occasionally leave a puzzle, and insist that I orchestrate the bits and pieces into an ensemble of poetry. I then inhale the fresh winds of poetic life and exhale anything that would hinder the river flow. Yielding to the inspirational power of poetic presence, I begin to write and excel with very little effort. 090822PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest