My deep thoughts, I have an impulse to hoard;
I feel I cannot express them out loud.
Yet when thinking, I access where they're stored,
And by writing, I shout them to the crowd.
When I read an author's thoughts in silence,
We meet, face-to-face, in our solitudes;
And by following the writer's guidance,
Live his or her life in our interludes.
My written words hold a piece of my soul,
A gift I bequeath to generations.
Though none may read them, in part or in whole,
I hope to live on in my creations.
Such timeless, intimate conversation,
Is my ultimate communication.
Mick McKellar
July 2016
If I don't write, my dearest thoughts will become only old, water-hardened, cold ashes in the perishable redoubt of my mind.
Mick
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