Inside brain like coral,
my thoughts are like bronco
ready to ride.

Words are steadied,
as I mount with intention
to move cross page.

Blank page like fence opens,
as the race begins
and moments fly by
releasing time.

Faster I type gaining speed,
as mind aligns with visions.
as steed drifts with heartbeat
to merge with breathFaster my steed  drifts
as heartbeats roll out
melodies to merge with breath.

Stopping for a drink
of suns rays
gives energy to words
as thoughts are quenched
and I jump further into poem.

Until poem is done, and I can then rest
my gelding of expressions.
Until Minds poetic door closes for a time
and my feet take root on solid ground.

StarBG © 2017