Ron's Brain

Lute of Life

Where I am laid down by solitude
You lean to the porch close by
Lie alone lonely for my careless fingers
My hungry stretch reaches for your strings
Digging them of dong-ding you
Wake my ears attending to silence
Switch my brain to flirt with thoughts
While mind travels light years
In the sweet swell of evening skybloom
A glowing lampholder circled above
Saint beyond restless light of my conscience
Rocking tunes of endless magic
In hands where held dangling
Soon brows crescent below anxious forehead
Weaving weave deeper deep
Deepest as sight sees wonders
where rest flairing in limbo
Those scentillated limbs
Gradually drawning into the dark
Saying goodbye with the heart of flora.

Agbons Johnson Patrick

Copyright(c)2002 Agbons Johnson Patrick
All Rights Reserved.

The poem is all about a time of site-see and I have walk some distance to a river that was flowing endless like any other but there I was reminiscing about nature...

I believe anybody could draw something dear from it if carefully scrutinized.
It's from me a poet to be,I guess.

agbonspat@yahoo.com

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