Molding .
Shaping.
Urging.
Opening young minds to my world.
Poetry.
My tossed salad thinking expressing.
Blinking imaginings from my mind to yours.
Lose in translation.
Gain full imagination.
A seed was planted. No.six small seedlings.need-lings rertilized.
Eyes ,open mouths closed.
Ears listing to infinate possibilities. To the torch. To the pen. To the verse
To the meter.hearts afire for the word's embrace. My mind to
theirs.Peeling back onioned layers. An onioned pearl. For the taking.
Young minds sitting on worn chairs in the halls of knowlege like gaping.sponges.poetry.given lineage received. My mind to my pen.
My mind is the inkwell , the quill scratches froward then moves on.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
Molding .
Shaping.
Urging.
Opening young minds to my world.
Poetry.
My tossed salad thinking expressing.
Blinking imaginings from my mind to yours.
Lose in translation.
Gain full imagination.
A seed was planted. No.six small seedlings.need-lings rertilized.
Eyes ,open mouths closed.
Ears listing to infinate possibilities. To the torch. To the pen. To the verse
To the meter.hearts afire for the word's embrace. My mind to
theirs.Peeling back onioned layers. An onioned pearl. For the taking.
Young minds sitting on worn chairs in the halls of knowlege like gaping.sponges.poetry.given lineage received. My mind to my pen.
My mind is the inkwell , the quill scratches froward then moves on.
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