A word Their
Who enters where?
Anticipation by surprise
The mind being captivated within an enterprise
But somehow through it all the whole turning point makes one realize
The vision of one’s talent
Creation within one’s connective sources
It’s the wonder of one’s accomplishment
It then becomes the establishment of an idea
A concept that will preserver
Words full of enchantment
Into the eyes of familiar
Also the same Poet in saying, “By the way”
This is encouragement in being committed day by day
Explanations being heard
I wrote but didn’t speak
An electronic statement was made but it was a tweet
I heard but didn’t want to listen
My smile was something of a non-reflection of the other
There seemed to be no sharing with another
I looked beyond the person, but realized I was that figure
My wildest dreams I haven’t seem
As a Poet I can’t fool the reader and must come clean
A Poet must stand up for who they are
It’s a Poet’s legacy in what I am talking about
No question and certainly no doubt
The sentences are saying ok
The voices of words are concluding with reminding on this day.