Searching


I fly through my mind looking for the perfect picture,
But all the images I create are saved for later.
A memory of a film that does not go with this poem;
A thought about a thing, that does not belong in this verse.
So fast I go through my picture perfect slide-show;
No time to go back and remember her.


Just forwards, onward, towards the right words;
No backward step into the unknown.
Just on through those thoughts that I call the not needed,
The never thought of
And the never known.


A limit of time is controlling my adventure,
So now even faster I advance, seeing pictures inside pictures
And further down into my soul I go,
In search of an image made from the artist inside.
In search of hope in this place I call my mind;
The perfect image I am yet to find...


Throw paper to the floor, run through many a varied door,
The end is my goal; it is what I came here for
And then at last I find what I need…
A typewriter on a table,
A comfortable seat,
In a room without distractions,
I can make use of the pictures I have seen
And as I begin to write, I think to myself…
Was this all just a dream?


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