Poetry Puzzle
By 1stpoet
Poetry Puzzle My mind tonight is a box of words shapes that are all a-mix waiting for sorting and fitting how do I make sense of the scramble within those jagged edges of sense and sensibility that jumbled cause me to just sit and stare into space there are those blues that I have faced the lonely times where love was far away like a snow capped mountain….cold sweet times where the memories are as fields of wildflowers blooming and swaying to music my mind plays of happier days I know of areas of green the fresh growth I have had moving on from past mistakes and rising above the dirt I have seen cool rivers of thought begin to flow again those rocks of writer’s block are turned to sand that filters through my fingers to the page and fit to form a picture William S. Dawes © Copyright 2002 1st Poet Inc. January 18, 2002 Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 08:49 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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