Where oh where is my little lost pad and pen? ...I sorta hate when i have a line in my head but when i get my pad and pen this thought has gone and becomes totally dead.Thoughts are like a rare bird lost in flight...Here one day and gone the next.This leaves me astonished and saddenly perplexed.Shortened by ideas of an imagination's diminished written text.As i finally sit down to write my lines...Writer's block settles on shoulders of disappointed over due woes wines and fines.How may i command my written speech in any undue future
setting? ...A mini-micro tape recorder, i'm surely now betting.Poetry is like lines from the heart...Given to emotional thoughts, partly of written
traditional'd art.The pen is said mightier than the sword...All is entertaining, never to be ignored or bored.
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-as-a-part-of-the-written-art/
