Thursday, November 8, 2012

30. Mysterious Maker

I didn't know what was in store
When I peeked through a crack in the poetry door

What I saw I'd only heard of before
A hiding mind grinding
Mining my experience for poetry verse
To make sense of my universe
As I watched it work
I couldn't help but wonder
Could it also be the mysterious maker
Of intuitions, dreams, hunches, gut feelings, The Gift and more
I think it's time to open the door

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