MY LITTLE SECRETES
My Little Secretes,
I love to set and write
whatever comes to mind,
perhaps I just love to pen down
my own feels of inner secretes,
I rarely know what journey
my mind will take me on,
I set at my desk and put paper
And my pen to my hand
And I just start to write,
then hours later I reread my work,
Sometimes I get so amazed
With myself and the things my mind
Comes up with at times,
It’s funny because I had never called
Myself a good writer,
But I will say;
I do work at it because it is something
I truly love to do,
I pick up my pen,
Looking at my note pad and start all
Over again just to see what I will write next,
My mind stars too travel to places
Of all kinds, even places of the unknown,
Dreams that has never been told,
Words that has never been written,
My mind I call a gift from God,
My heart is very beautiful,
A heart that truly values who I am,
a place I love to go when I want to read
I pick up my book of Shakespeare,
when it comes to my writing
his word flow in my mind to his time,
My thoughts started to take me far
Yet, near of long ago,
a time of '' SHAKESPEARE.''
I felt as I was right there with him
But he was trying to teach me how to dance
Show me romance,
He was even trying to show me Love,
Oh, that’s when I had to take a breather,
Oh, how I love his words,
He is the writer who truly touched my heart,
who touch our hearts.
my mind jump to another time
even a time of my own gloom
I would cry in my own blood stain ink
And let my pen bleed,
Oh, the secretes would just roll but I never told
many thoughts come to me,
I never know where it will Roam,
Turning from the unreal world of dreams
or to a present moment of reality,
If my mind has held a time of my own
thoughts of secretes,
than it will revile them to you
No I don’t think so,
when I have time to write
oh, how it takes my mind off everything else
just to write for all to read.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1990