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Penning Down Thoughts
As often as I pen my thoughts
from head to hand
to what is wrought
and arrive surprised
at words once sought, fortuitously
stained glass ideas appear
like falling manna,
between these ears,
doing whatever it is
thoughts do best…
letter by letter,
each welcomed guest.
And often as I pen to please
ideas that stir like winter leaves,
urging, surging like the sea
in hidden forces like gravity
and starry peaks I crawl to climb,
towards moving targets in my mind,
like eagle wings that lift and soar…
penning down thoughts
is a mind bending,
never ending,
beauty lending,
walk along the shore.
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Terrell Martin
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