I grasp ideas but really it’s when I throw
The words down
And see what happens
It’s then that I feel satisfied
I read other poets
Appreciate other styles
Sometimes even wonder why it is that I cannot communicate so
But I really have some intense thoughts
That frolic around
And I love to play
And pound the keyboard
For more love
For more time
Whimsical is it?
I do not know why it is so enduring.
I profess nothing but
The feeding of words on screen.