Leading Light
A sudden thought springs to my mind,
a statement borne in rhyme.
I find this happens frequently
and cherish it each time.
Don’t ask me where the thought came from,
another soul or mine
or maybe it bleeds from the ‘whole’,
if so this thought’s divine.
The thought then echoes through my mind,
I’m clothed within it’s gown
and actually feel the thought’s relief
when it is written down.
Then other thoughts can quickly come
like rain they start to pour,
while some must wait until the first
has more time to mature.
When time is right I sit me down
then more words start to flow,
my pen moves through the rhyme with ease
and writes it in one go.
The written words bear ripened fruit
like grapes plucked from the vine,
but from this point I nourish them
and make them really mine.
I carefully study every thought
and review every line
to keep the meaning shining through,
but help the words to rhyme.
I know that I am meant to share
this gift that I’ve received,
to help some find their inner strength
in what has been conceived.
My poetry can mean so much
to those who care to read,
but please don’t offer me the praise
I did not plant the seed.
There really is a leading light
to see us through our day,
it shows itself in many forms
to help us find our way.
But you my friends must seek it out
then with it you can shine,
like I have done with poetry
a gift that I make mine.
Ivor G Davies
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