Edward Clapham Poet Verse

There Is a Bubbling Spring - of Words

There is a bubbling spring, deep below the edge of my mind.
Dark, with glistening waters that are yet blurred,
And indistinct.
I watch it, with some interest, to see what comes forth, 
As I am ignorant until words appear. They flood forth, 
Ripe, pregnant with meaning (though sometimes, only 
I can see what relevance to my life...or yours... 
they might possess).
And always I wonder, whence cometh this fountain of words?
And I have no answer (though I blame my Mother…and perhaps my Dad).
Yet others seize on this and egg me on, and I do…I write…and 
Wonder, whither it comes and is it me…and what does it all mean?

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Darlene De Beaulieu March 29, 2018 at 8:11 AM Hello Edward Clapham, I will say this ..We the poets and poetess,have the talent to create poetry. We dream,and in our sleep we create poetry. Nice to meet you. happy Easter. Have a nice day my friend.

Arturo Michael March 29, 2018 at 5:40 AM I share the same sentiment sometimes...I wonder if it's me...Believe me, it's you...There's so much to discover...An introspective poem indeed...All the best Edward Edward Clapham March 29, 2018 at 6:04 AM Why thank you! I'm intrigued that others share this strange experience - what journeys we might have!