Held in the mind of the beholder
Know yourself and thee be sober
Reality is of those unknown
let naught our mind undo be sewn
For what is seen becomes our own
Dispell believe we all atone
let naught your heart to itself groan
and nary be to throw the stone
Creative point of view can take
but nary please make no mistake
Be goddess, imp or fairy sake
With prose and words can only shake
For how doth a child to view the rain
Be for the growth or heavens pain
Or when the world becomes so still
For a nights sleep or sun hath chilled
Aloft in mind we sit to wonder
stars of ice or lights up yonder
Take thee man to word as thunder
Careful now or ye do plunder
Choose thee thoughts most carefully
Beyond the prose so artfully
For they may hold a melody
'Tis up to thee an absorbancy
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
January 15, 2013
Love,
Deborah
Ron
Regis
Art of prose to melody that's sewn.
Excellent perspectives.
Lady Mary Ann
This is a very good eye opener Carol, a lot to think about
be a means to grow and grow
Lady Vivian
Di
budd
I bow and tip my hat to you
Cyrano
Mark
Love ya!
Jane
Gail