Thoughts and
words long imprisoned,
In brain
cells of my mind,
Escape at random
now and then...
For they have
served their time.
They jockey for
position,
Like horses at
the gate,
To finally be
released to run,
Not knowing what
their fate.
Words love
to run, and jump and play,
To
frolic in my mind,
Overjoyed with
new freedom...
From chaos while
confined.
My
fingers dance as I reach out,
To
snatch each word again,
Before
it is completely gone...
Would be a waste
and sin.
I try to
organize those words,
To make them all
appealing,
My efforts
difficult at best...
Those sometimes
leave me reeling.
Each stanza that
you read on here,
I've worked to
give full due,
Tried to polish
and enhance,
Each word that's
just for you.
This is meant to
just explain,
What poets all
go through,
While working
with words old as time,
And few that are
brand new.
Sometimes I
think I just give up,
Before the job
is done,
Yet I can say
with certainty...
'My goodness,
that was fun!'
(c)
07/14/07 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing
is: Are You Teasing
Me
