Alpha-sabbatical.
With dexterity
inspired by
a spark
in the
gleaming
coal black depths
of my
questioning orbs
I journey
on an
Alpha-sabbatical.
Time away
from life hub-bub
to grip a pencil stub
or a pen eager
to simply enjoy
climbing the hills,
and loops,
swooping over
the tight
valleys and
circumventing the
many horseshoe
curves that
circle an
inky landscape
which trails across
rectangles of
snowy whites
mixed into
wooded pulp.
Eberhard trees
lie at angles
casting graphite
shadows
as I sail
breathlessly
captivated
by thoughts
unleashed
and free.
Delighting in
the mind scapes
around me,
I savor
my trip through
the poetrees
lining a
babbling river
of words
and flowing down
mounting stanzas
that boldly mark
horizons yet
to be reached.
it is good to write
to write the wrongs
with no wrong writes
to express my
happiness or
even sorrow
using the skills
with which I have
been blessed.
Unleahing moods
which have been suppressed
and that must be reassessed
to be sure that
each line is the best
then my mind can rest.
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