Peter S. Quinn

Take this time and fly in sight
Originality is everything
Sunshine flowers new and bright
Is how the words you sing

Come come and show their bending
The slivery leaves of thought
In to the moments blending
What inspirations have taught

Cut every clipping and start
With making your own right away
So much there has driven apart
From every through and play

You are the moments you live
To show of the good and new
Everything worthy to give
If it is clearly from you

Take this all new going poem
And raise it up trouble free
Or forgetfulness becomes its diadem
That comes to be for eternally

Something to make trouble with
Written on its blank page
Words to the words own myth
Nothing to give from its age