Jumbled thoughtsThe random thoughts that come to me
are what create my poetry
Just thoughts all simply passing through
Unplanned, ad hoc, with no clear view
Thoughts scattered from another space
With no clear boundaries, out of place
So many times I think, I plan
I sit for hours with pen in hand
Trying to pick that perfect theme
to create that poetic dream
add structure to my poetry;
That strategy won’t work for me
It seems only the random style
is all that makes my poems smile
So when you read a write I’ve wrote
considering just how to vote
Remember whether strong or weak
most have been written tongue in cheek!!
Wanda Kiel-Rapana
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