OVERRUN
Don’t ask me to stop my mind from rushing forward
don’t look for me to block the flow of thought
gushing words from an unwritten book which ought
to be published freely within my mind
open and unlined the contents seek me out
unseen by all but me they fly at my waking thought
more quickly than control is able to hold in place
they consume the space and leave little behind, no trace
they were there unless I capture and place them on a page
in sometimes a rage of flow where my heart is torn apart
for lack of ability to get it down, to place it where it might be sought
by others before the fading of the day as darkness grows
amid the rush the knowledge lost emptiness sows.
(Copyright Gordon Kuhn 2012 all rights reserved.)
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 