'Visionary'
What are you writing?
I don't know he said
Some of nothing, a scribbled note
A bit of everything, just something I wrote
Then with thoughtful surprise he returned to his page
An intriguing resolve refocused his gaze
Well, what's it about?
I don't know he replied
Butterflies melting and June bugs that sew
Make-believe countries and places I know
Maybe sun drops smiling with crowns on their heads
Apple seeds stewing on sizzling sleds
Silently glancing he winked with a sigh
His rustling pages reclaiming his eye
Well, what's your idea?
He smirked and then smiled
Symphonies unraveling and tapestries that sing
Clouds that tell stories of princes and kings
A dance where you laugh and kick till you bend
Fly as you melt and leap, leap till the end
His pen kept its tapping as he drifted away
No doubt contemplating this movement array.
Why are you writting?
His ears perked to a grin...and his pen was laid down
....Ah my friend you have asked a good question...
To dare and inspire dreams that have fallen
To awake dormant minds for children to crawl in
For nonsense to be; imagination to breath
Igniting the seas, reasons to believe
For there's endless horizons where hues may be spoken
Colors splashed within reach of lives that are broken
Carla Jeanne Prescott
( and in all fairness I must give credit to my editor Harlan Alford)
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