The Mind Of A PoetA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Where Poetry Is BornThe mind…The brain…
No more than pale grey paste Enclosed within, snug contained In thin calcium case Afloat…Adrift In cerebral sea Sentient jelly essence Of both you and me Able to inform us Yet n’er given to see scintilla of light Of brilliance... of Sunshine And deep, darkness of night Tis the architect of our reality Gives shape and substance to our world Emotions…Dreams… All things it seems …while lying quiescently curled… © 2015 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 25, 2015 Last Updated on July 26, 2015 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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