Thursday Reflections

I wish I was as talented
as I pretend to be
and maybe that this pen would flow
somewhat more easily...
My heart trembles, trying vainly
to attach words to images
not so soon forgotten.
There I go again--caught in ambiguity,
caught in useless rambling.
I guess the deep dark secret's found
by how you handle things.
Handle with care to aid
heartfelt despair
where it's likely to be found.
Now my cup of cocoa by the fire
to relect on the profound,
to occupy time,
make use of my mind.
Logs crackle, they hiss, and
I close my eyes,
I open my heart,
and I listen.

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