|DRIVEN by Gordon L Kuhn
Driven: falling leaves whisper in my ear
eyes look, find and see a tiny tear
found fresh unlocked a silent fear
drank, needed, drowned in a glass of beer.
Driven: the mind is forced to write
of that part of hidden sight
which comes forth with absolute might
there cannot be a try to fight
Driven: the pen touches point upon the paper
circles, lines, dots and taper
the mind is swept in current strong
time is not counted in the long.
Driven: I cannot tell the time of day
nor know the path the words will sway
to lead me to a point which may
tell a story worth a longer stay.
Copywrite 05/06/2010 Gordon Kuhn