Something inside
Something floats around inside me like a magnet collecting pieces of life, death, feelings, visions, sounds, a touch, a smell or a moment.
They stay attached until one day one breaks away
and floats into my mind where the thought is kept warm and fertile
when it is ready it germinates and sprouts out my pencil to paper where it grows.
I feed it.
I tend it.
I weed it patiently,
until it blooms and ripens for you to eat
and hopefully the words are good food,
to feed,
that special thing,
inside of you.
Robert A. Jones
RAJ
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-01-27 10:18:33
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