The Heart of the Poet’s Mind
There are many times that I just can’t work
my mind and heart are somewhere else.
I’m not really sure where they go
but it has no connection to the task at hand.
The words are winding in and out
while images dance on my thoughts.
I know for sure, the poet’s word
is a vision not seen by those around.
The poems are read and understood
the words so real to the naked eye.
But the world of birth is never revealed
except to the heart of the post’s mind.
Poetry by Patricia Walter 2000 ©