From a To Z

"Letters tumble into words from this writer's mind. Some come as smooth as a spring brook waterfall, Others sear my brain as they graze by so closely." All of them meaning something and then again nothing, But we understand the meaning of each one don't we? Collectively sometimes they can be so confusing, Deciding what another is truly saying very daunting. Especially when the deepness seems shallow in content, Followed by the brilliance of just plain old speak. Great words spilling in different directions hard to follow. How does this amaze me as I read so many friends works? I will never forget the lovely expressions which have graced my eyes, Just to hold them briefly has honored my existence. Kindred poets embracing each others thoughts so gently, Loving what they didn't write yet still feeling a part. My dreams becoming part of theirs and theirs mine; No questions asked and really none that matter, Open minds melding into another in joyous acceptance, Pleased at the wonder that one's adverbs evoked. Quantity living only in the stretch of imagination; Rivals created somewhere in a corner of the brain. So sad those who don't even try to understand, To live and let live the one tried and true answer. Undulating wishes stroke a thought and sometimes better; Visions that never end and others fading quietly. Wonders of inspiration that can keep this poet from sleeping. X a least used letter which seems so very lonely. Your love the very thing that flies this burning spirit; Zorro marks this spot Z where I end this lengthy piece. (hoping you have enjoyed this acrostic alphabetic adventure within my imagination) Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn