Inimitable, inevitable .. Like an onrushing, great freight train Of thought And Other precious cargo .. Ideas, images, wishes and poems Spill in profusion On the platform at the feet Of those souls Whose good fortune Allows a glimpse of her's .. And who dare to give themselves up To the indelible impact Of all that she is ..
Reason for writing:
Shortly after I joined my "open mike poetry" group, "The Night Heron Poets", I heard a woman named Doris Thurston read and was absolutely awestricken by her work,her pesonality and her confidence. She immediately became my muse. This poem is for her. For the record, I am a Cancerian.
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