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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.