Books: The Author
by Maureen Sevilla
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"What would you like to see?
Isn't there something you've wanted to do?
Or someone you've wanted to be?"
He wrote down impressions of far away places
Of wonder and sadness and sin.
He researched his thoughts for just the right word
To express where he'd already been.
He scoured the pages for just the right spot,
For just what he thought I'd need.
Then he turned to me and further impressed,
"... to open your inner seed?"
Bound here are possibilities.
Bound here are hopes and fears.
Bound here are endless dreams and seers
Unbound by type and tears.
copyright 2009
reposted from 11/24/09
Eliza,
ReplyDeleteOh, I like this post! It gets the mind going! Very Nice!
Hawk
Aw! I like that! And I love the picture. That one really is worth a thousand words. Your friend is a wonderful poet.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. It touched my heart in all the right places. What an awesome and talented friend you have.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving, Eliza!
Enjoyed the poem. Would like to read more.
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving!
I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteHawk
Julianna, Ha it was a thousand words. You're so funny!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Hawk! I broke my recent mold and went domestic, cooking and cleaning. i'm done for this year.
ReplyDeleteKathy, I'll see if Maureen will share more of her poetry. She wanted me to tell you she's glad you appreciate it. (wink)
ReplyDeleteHelen, Donna, glad you liked the thought ... Whenever I find something like this I like to share.
ReplyDeleteHope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving. Now get back to work!
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