Patchwork

I've been pieced together With all the fragments Of poems I have not Written yet -Kel Dayheart

A Mindful Excursion

I'd love to Crawl inside Your mind For the five cent tour What wonder would I find -Kel Dayheart

Muse, imagine the feelings, hear the echo.

It flows quickly To a stop As I try to collect This flow of thought In a holey bucket -Kel Dayheart

I just can't get my mind round all this. Silly of her

Scribbling along Only to scrap it Nothing seems to come Out right -Kel Dayheart

I'm trying to write But my muse Is a temperamental bitch At the best of times And this time Is not one of them -Kel Dayheart

How is it that a simple change in scenery can inspire Such a frenzy of writing -Kel Dayheart

I want to paint The world in my colors Until it makes Some sort of sense -Kel Dayheart

Inscribble away I know no other Way to live -Kel Dayheart