Catching the Drift
To sit and dream and write
my thoughts on vellum recite,
until the form becomes just right;
To look and listen and to see
watch,silent,and to be
a sponge absorbing in me;
Then let those feelings outwards fly
unfettered,poetic
white clouds upon a summer sky;
To touch another with my thought
whereby this infection is caught
and does not on paper, abort.
Then,will this idea live on
in other hearts,after I've done.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
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