A weaver of words in and out through the woods,
up on a mountain where the sky is so blue.
I sit here and think of something new.
To contemplate those elusive words that my mind does see,
wanting to write what it is to be,
so you visualize what I am trying to show.
If successful, you will definitely know.
The trick is to say it just right,
in addition, keep it together nice and tight.
No wandering off into ramble land,
need to keep it here if I can.
Sometimes the mind leads the way,
and the hands type more than I need to say.
I try to stop the thoughts before they go,
choosing the ones that keep the flow.
If I am lucky and it all works out,
You will understand the thoughts I am talking about.
By Linda Garcia