Listening to every heart
The Brain is Unplugged
Where have all the little words gone?
For that matter, the big ones went along,
here, at a time, when the poetry was smug,
and now, at a loss, my brain is unplugged.
Once, when the words loosed themselves freely
poems ranged from anger to good touchy-feely,
and then when I thought there was more to tell
the words done dried up like a forgotten old well.
Now Iím searching, doing anything for inspiration
looking for that elusive, wide range sensation
wanting nothing more but to spark some creation
anything simple ~ not looking to rock the nation.
Where have all the little rhyming words gone?
Probably sleeping in a babyís lullaby song,
somewhere out riding on the Kansas wind high,
mayhap the words are biding in my loverís sigh.
5 September, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow