Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Rhythm,Rhyme and Verse - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2015 Bob Atkinson

seems our mind's a mystery
how we've been arranged
to memorize form and function
upon our wasteful days

part of an ebb and flow
part of our movements swift
we feel an endless pattern
within our unseen grasp

these movements delineate
an aurora of imagination
telling us in plain speech
our lifelike configuration

to remember that which we observe
we need a pattern clear
an observation repeatable
as music to our ears

No comments:

Post a Comment