What a load of nonsense what a stream of tosh I hope you weren’t too stretched devouring all the text wondering what was coming next searching for meanings that were not there twiddling thumbs tearing hair
Just stream of consciousness unleashed roaming the mind making free with the world of words fishing from a goldfish bowl of ideas draining the well till empty and all invention ceased
Perhaps I did a service reminding my poetic muse that words alone do not atone for laxity of thought or those too easily wrought
And sense is only sensible when verse is finely honed bolstered with truth taut of structure worthy of my judgement and of your time
I wander my world weaving words into verse plaiting my thoughts into silken skeins of sense rendering images from my mind’s eye to this digital paper perverse perception lending life to poetry lust to hope and love to mon amour the written word.
Only in time with wish fulfilment perchance my dreams will meet my expectations and produce that meisterwerk whose impetus drives me on.