Just when I have nothing more to say
my pen surprises with another line!
though tired from its work from day to day
it harvests fresh ripe fruit from out the vine
a line a day is all I seek to write
but from that line flows other lines of verse
whether skies are gloomy or are bright
whether the thoughts are liquid, long or terse.
I write these as a challenge to myself
to hone the thoughts I have into a form
the product sits in books upon a shelf
but what I say and feel I do perform
as vignettes that a thinking soul can delve
even when the final thoughts don’t rhyme!
Written October 24, 2012