Phil Soar

Gold Star - 50,198 Points (28.06.1952)

My Imagination - Poem by Phil Soar

The flow of words express my thoughts
when nothing else touches my soul
they come, they go, they rhyme, they grow
and the ones I do not use, leave a hole

A hole that holds the remnants of my words
those left to hang alone until reprocessed
spreading them across the pages of my mind
expressing how I see the world exposed

The truth is it's all my imagination
the moment words are lost, my light will dull
but just for now the flow of words keep coming
at this time my mind and dictionary's full

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 28, 2015

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