I have often times just suddenly had something come without form Without function Without a reason at all Yet I enter a world a world where thought becomes words Words not of myself words that will be formed by me channeled by me to be shown to be shared that others may know With pen in hand or keyboard at hand I write I know not what I write I write I let the thought flow just as a medium a medium for thought thoughts I don't know I then polish the words polish the flow for the reader polish and shine that is the job of the poet just to take a random series of words and make them easy and interesting to read that, my friend, is all
ok, I think that stream has stopped. That came just as I was writing the note on Untitled Musing #1. I will leave it there as is and also place a slightly polished version here next. That way you can see what I get versus the final product :)
Here is the first rendition. the second draft. What I have done with the original stream of words you see above.
The Thought and the Poet
Often it comes
Without form
Without function
With no reason at all
When it comes; I leave
I leave this world
Leave this physical world of being
I enter a world
Where thought becomes words
Thought to words
Words not of myself
Not physical words
Not words of substance
Not words of meaning
Just words...
Words that I will form
Form for thee
To be shown
To be shared
That others may know
Know wonders beyond themselves
With pen in hand
Or with keyboard at hand
I write...
I know not what I write
I know that I must write
I write
I Let the thought flow
I Let the thought be
Be itself
Be I just a medium
A medium for thought
A means
A method for words to move
A way for thought to move
To move from the spirit to the page
The thoughts I do not know
They come
They come to me
I then polish the words
Let the thought shine in itself
I polish the flow
For the reader I work
Polish and shine
To let the reader follow
Follow the flow
The flow that is the thought
Polish the flow
So the reader may know
Know the thought
So the reader may find
Find their own message in the thought
That, my friend, is all
I hope you enjoy this glimpse at what I receive. |