He talks I believe
Through his muse’s pain
Putting words together
Like dropplets of rain
Not quite sure sometimes
What he really means
I think that -just maybe
He likes this bequiling mystery
He is wild-completely free
Creating words of art for us to see!
byheavenslight 
Thanks for this. I am sincerely flattered.
neat poem you should think about coming over to Flexwriters and posting there. I’m one of Rebels friends
I’m new at this what is flexwriters?
Sonnets is referring to http://www.flexwriterscreativenetwork.net/
Thanks I looked it up on yahoo and was quite impressed but I am a small town girl scared of the great big world so I’ll hang out on the fringes for awhile and just enjoy everyone’s writings. I couldn’t get to Sonnets aka Lori so I could read some of her poetry-guess I didn’t do it right lol Thank you Rebel that was sweet of you.
You’re very welcome.
good night Rebel
Good night