Thursday, January 31, 2013


 It’s not that I have something I must say
 That gets me going when I write a verse;
 It’s rather that I put my mind in play
 To find what beat and rhyme and wit disburse.

 A notion or a hint will prompt a line
 That sets me on a trek to seek where next
 To turn, while the emergence of design
 Grows clearer still as thought with thought connects.

 Each poem that emerges then becomes
 A celebration of the interplay
 Between a curious intellect that plumbs
 My brain, and something else that finds the way.

      To meet that source of this covert design
      Is why I write and where my hopes incline.