Writing From My Head
Within my mind
I drift,
Images, memory and recollections
Gods gift.
As a child
I was the daydreamer.
Act, thought and action
never once a schemer.
A separate world
existed in my head.
The adventure and fantasy
which I indulgently fed,
At first came wild, scary stories
where I was the hero in all my glory.
Then came poems and bit biography
unhappy yet laughing at what I could see.
In latter times
life will begin to unwind,
Nature's gift and bounty drew me in
while the world faded dark and dim.
The lines began to flow
recording everything I know.
Free verse and narrative writes
waiting for rhyming to ignite
Here lies many of the thoughts and words
revealing what I saw and heard.
A muse may speak
imparting life and what may teach
let the lessons be fluid and flow
before it ends and I must finally go.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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