Treasure Island

G.R. Gaus

(April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

Inside Your Mind


If I could, just take a glance,
Or be quietly inside,
Catch a fleeting thought perchance,
Creativity doth abide.

When you sense, word to rhyme,
The moment that it’s born,
Slowly ticking right in time,
Smooth and comfortably worn.

Naturally at ease in there,
Flowing gently with the theme,
Every chosen word with care,
Tightly within its scheme.

If I could lightly touch that chord,
Music becomes its sound,
Ideas begin, kept and stored,
Memories softly resound.

But this is yours alone to keep,
Secrets of your mind,
Locked inside, buried deep,
Poetry; well refined.

Submitted: Thursday, May 09, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 24, 2013

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