Often people ask, how do you come up with these thoughts. Sometimes they're talking about my novels, and even more often about my poetry. This poem explains it as best I can. But, the fact is I don't know.
Twinkle Through the Air
Thin soft blues, light misty greens, pale enchanting yellows
Fingers tapping through random thoughts with chanced excitement
Bells pealing, led by soft leather clappers
Melodiously whispered words float by,
Cascading, careless notes, sliding over happy thoughts
Floating across misty waters, skimming across thin paper,
Chambered poetic music, soothing blinking eyes.
That wander happily across a field of poetry.
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