Where oh where is my little lost pad and pen? ...I sorta hate when i have a line in my head but when i get my pad and pen this thought has gone and becomes totally dead.Thoughts are like a rare bird lost in flight...Here one day and gone the next.This leaves me astonished and saddenly perplexed.Shortened by ideas of an imagination's diminished written text.As i finally sit down to write my lines...Writer's block settles on shoulders of disappointed over due woes wines and fines.How may i command my written speech in any undue future <br />setting? ...A mini-micro tape recorder, i'm surely now betting.Poetry is like lines from the heart...Given to emotional thoughts, partly of written <br />traditional'd art.The pen is said mightier than the sword...All is entertaining, never to be ignored or bored.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-as-a-part-of-the-written-art/
