NO TITLE
This poem just came to mind
As I sit here thinking
Silently and quietly
While passing the time
No title in hand
But doesn’t stop nor slow down
The creative juices
When they start to flow
Where I’m going with this one
I do not know
But will write nonetheless
Because this poetic brain of mine
Never knows the meaning of rest
As a constant test of skill
When the words come to me
And the paper and pen then reveal
The lines and words
That I wasn’t sure when
They were going to occur
But they have arrived
And just in the nick of time
As I write and rhyme
With a steady smile
Each time I write a piece
Because I’ve been doing this for a while
And enjoy it everytime
For my light will never dim
Because it is just too busy
Shining away
And putting this feeling into words
I cannot always state
But I know what I’m thinking about
And will eventually say
That this engine here
Will never be stuck in idle
Now I have finally finished this poem
That had no title
Where writing comes alive
Writings By MCM
