Aug 2019

A SnapshotA poem is a snapshot in time

A poem is a snapshot in time
A feeling of mine that is shared
As thoughts declared their intent
Usually intense in their space

Feelings go up and go down
Perhaps a frown turned to a smile
All the while it goes on
Still so strong on my face

Expressions of inside and out
Just a shout in the void
As I avoid the real state
And my fate in this case

There is rhyme and reason to this
But you miss the real clue
Of what I do while I write
An innocent sight with such grace