Its there in my mind,
I can see it but still of it I can’t find,
Big enough it is for every thought,
Still to put on it I have naught…
In my mind I can see so many pictures,
Are they made for my canvas or,
Is it my mind that causes these strictures,
Nothing on my canvas am I able to store…
Maybe a fresher canvas needs to be brought about,
Into my closet of thoughts I need to dig out,
What a pile of junk does there reside,
Too much dust, too little thought,
Maybe I should move it all outside…
© ed ~ 10/7/06
Love Tinky
Great write about it.
Hugs to you,
CJ