Well... <br /> <br />The clock ticks <br />And the poet stands <br />And wonders loud <br />Where is my imagination? <br /> <br />Well... <br /> <br />The clock then stands <br />The stillness amazing <br />Though time didn't stand <br />Still is for the imagination <br /> <br />Well... <br /> <br />The poet still wonders-ponders <br />Where is my imagination? <br />Where did i leave it <br />Or did it leave me? <br /> <br />Well... <br /> <br />The poet gathers himself <br />Piece by piece <br />The poet and stillness <br />Alas...Alas...Alas <br /> <br />Well... <br /> <br />The poet marvels<br /><br />Jack Shaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-59/
