Sometimes, I wonder of the source
the wellspring of the words
the lines on the pages
that flow ever more
like rivers to the sea
filling the pool of the web
with the musings, the phrasing
the utterances of my mind
fertile fields of language
ripe orchards of songs
rich forests of whispers
murmurs in the dark
proclamation in the light
joys and sorrows
finding voice
in the story of my life
written in prose poems
September 22, 2006 20:47
(Raymond A. Foss)
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