My thoughts, my ideas
float like clouds and change.
I can let them be or I could
try and catch one.
I focus on an idea.
My pen acts like a funnel
from intangible to tangible
From my heart to paper.
Flow depends on experience.
My poems chart a diary for me.
If you read my poems i hope a person
would get an inkling of who I am.
I hope you like my poems.
They are precious to me.
