Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Floating Poetry


 

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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