Unknowing
I do believe we have to thank others,For what they write.
Some of there nuances,
Jump out at us day and night.
Some are antidotal to my dreams,
While a few fill me full of screams.
Many others fill me full of mirth,
While some bring me back to earth.
Most times:
Cannot remember what I read,
My mind lies open on a sea of sand.
Thoughts leak through an open hand.
It's the unknowing of knowing,
That feeds my idle dreams.
Like water rushing to the shore,
Time to reflect and write once more.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-04-16 at 01:06
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