Dug up some old stuff -
Entitled: Poetry DUH!
Wondering thoughts
That are written by obedient fingers
That refuse to be spoken
But on the tip of my tongue
Linger
A wondering voice
That is unspoken
Replaced by a myriad of words
The silence is
Broken
Eyes closed inwardly
A simple reflection of a verse
Something spontaneous
Nothing rehearsed
Poetry
