PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

it has been nearly twenty-four unbelievable hours

since writing has eluded me I'm starting to feel the pull

of the poetic powers

when a pure thought stands alone to become candid

often it can sour

over such a said mystery one's mind can devour

across a golden, grassy glade covered with mist

I can only sense but do not see a stark, forlorn

tower

to question its realness I gently graze my wrist

a young girl leans over its wrought iron rails

her otherwise lovely face so grim and dour

a psychiatrist would no doubt have a field day

with my mind's mentioned view

she would likely read that I'm losing myself by running

away but I don't think that's true

I am merely walking along a parallel line that somehow

links to reality's prescribed plane

after all sanity can not be proven unless it is compared to

that of being insane

and that's when I come in

I write with my brain

there for think with the trusted pen

and it all seems to come so easy

in a certain self felt way

if I don't write something down even once in a twenty four

hour period

then for me, it hasn't been a very good day.........

(written June 18, 1992 pm)