by Karl Stephany

Created on: October 18, 2009   Last Updated: August 08, 2011

I Wonder

Sitting all alone on this wayside of life
Remembering the pain, the joy, and the strife
No signals are here that point in a direction
I find no reason for poetic description

Mind channels filled with the cobwebs of time
People I have known who understand about rhyme
A small play on words that are yearning for echo
Tangles of sounds seeking a slot they will go

Is there a mind place where the words come out right
A place between thoughts that will turn on the light
No untried passage that will hinder the quest
Hoping for any muse that will come as a guest

I sit and I wonder about what it can mean
Grab a new sheet and make sure that it's clean
Just for a few words that will show me the way
A memory surfacing spins hope for the day

Sometimes the thought will point a direction
You sweat out the lines watch the inflection
Something you saw or a thing that you heard
Over and over you keep mumbling that word

Is this what I said will my word choice be right
An explanation I strive for alone in the night
Will words stir up hope for some kind of meaning
For seekers of truth intent on believing

The last thought I had as I lay down my head
Something I remembered or maybe I read
My eyelids are heavy its my time to recharge
Daylight will come to find those meanings at large

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