Someone Out There, First Round
When I write
Someone reads
when I read
Someone listens.
My words
are just words
that entered your eyes
then stepped into your mind
and stayed in your heart.
You do with those words
what you decide,
my words
are now not words
but art.
And I thank you
I deeply thank you:
Someone out there.
My words
began as feelings
as real as
objects that controlled my mind
to the point that they spilled onto paper.
It was my job, my occupation, to create the scene
to enliven them so you could understand
and you do,
Someone out there.
Someone out there
values my hard work,
my viewpoint, my artistic side
and I thank you
I thank you
Someone out there
with nothing less than my words.
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2011
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