Some say I think too much
What would they know
In the dark quiet hours
When the stars shine
And I’m sitting
Knitting
Thoughts together
And the words come hovering
Like butterflies
To settle
Perch upon my
Mind
How would someone who has never
Played with words
Never heard
Them whisper
Softly
Mournfully
Joyfully
Trumpeting
Stamping
Tramping
Like wild mice
Skittering
So loudly that I wonder
Sometimes that no one hears them
Except us
Myself and the poet
The writer
And me
All three
As we sit and enjoy the syllabic sinuous symphony
The turn of phrase
The hum and whir
Of words
As they write what they write
And think
Whatever they like
And I like what they think too
Though it hasn’t got much to do with me by then
I’m just the peanut tapping on the keyboard
Letting them all in
Held in thrall
As the muse turns the page
And we all
listen
carefully
And take notes
Lots of notes
📝📝❤️️😊😘
The header photo was taken at Lake Maraboon on a bike ride early 2016. Taken with Nokia Lumia 1020 smart phone.
