My Mind Is In A Poetic Meter Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Lit with verse and profound imaginings.
Clear of limits and in boundless flight.

My mind is in a poetic meter.
Fixed within rhythmic thoughts combined.
And racing to attach themselves to the proper lines.
Picked with a selected taste to find,
Just the right mixture to release at the right time.
To capture a comprehension that is mutually shared.
And creating an understanding that before was not there.
Until it was produce to seduce,
To make aware.

My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?

My mind is in a poetic meter.

Lit with verse and profound imaginings.
Clear of limits and in boundless flight.

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?

Fixed within rhythmic thoughts combined.
And racing to attach themselves to the proper lines.

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?

My mind is in a poetic meter.

Picked with a selected taste to find,
Just the right mixture to release at the right time.
To capture a comprehension that is mutually shared.
And creating an understanding that before was not there.

My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?

My mind is in a poetic meter.