Wandering aimlessly, punctuating each thought
that careens through your susceptible mind.
Mulling over lessons that living has taught
many of which have yet to be wholly refined.
Rhetorical questions float in amongst the clatter,
how much time can you truly devote to those?
Playing this guessing game is a part of the batter
that leads to that next poem or literate prose.
Donít discount thoughts that seem quite inane,
Nurtured properly they just might seem profound.
Grab a hold of that moment of lingering pain,
giving it air may help another sufferer rebound.
We story tellers have been given such a gift
that should never be given to laziness waste.
The sands of time always continue to shift,
sample each passing notion for its savory taste.
Itís in the telling that the story gives emerging birth
to words that may touch others in varying ways.
Believe in your intuition, never doubt the worth,
get it down in writing before the inspiration decays.
Lyrical treatment can bear so many different fruits,
a cornucopia that spills brilliantly onto the page.
Your pen is locked and loaded, it steadily shoots
rapid fire tales that eventual readers will engage.
Keep the images coming, for I hunger for your sights,
they fill me with wonder and take me away.
Polish the finite details and then offer up your writes,
your masterpiece just may immortalize you today.