Searching

Searching I fly through my mind looking for the perfect picture, But all the images I create are saved for later. A memory of a film that does not go with this poem; A thought about a thing, that does not belong in this verse. So fast I go through my picture perfect slide-show; No time to go back and remember her. Just forwards, onward, towards the right words; No backward step into the unknown. Just on through those thoughts that I call the not needed, The never thought of And the never known. A limit of time is controlling my adventure, So now even faster I advance, seeing pictures inside pictures And further down into my soul I go, In search of an image made from the artist inside. In search of hope in this place I call my mind; The perfect image I am yet to find... Throw paper to the floor, run through many a varied door, The end is my goal; it is what I came here for And then at last I find what I need… A typewriter on a table, A comfortable seat, In a room without distractions, I can make use of the pictures I have seen And as I begin to write, I think to myself… Was this all just a dream? (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.