Mind and Poetry
By David Smith August 23, 2009
The mind and poetry is hard to control.
The snap shots keep flicking as dreams on a roll.
To grasp hold of a scene and focus so hard;
It’s so difficult, like random cards.
Let the mind wonder.
Information soaks up
Just like a sponge
Knowledge in a cup.
Random thoughts and random emotion.
To sort it somehow puts goals in motion.
It’s so tangible, goals in place.
Reality sets in.
Vivid imagery we face.