2/1/08

ST:

This sounds interesting. I cannot play a guitar; my fingers do not do what I want them to do.

Wrting verse is hard work. I'm certain you know this, so forgive me if this seems too trite,

     A window, which I look through fresh,
     For my imagination,
     Where schemes and themes, and often dreams,
     Appear as my creation.
     With texture, form, and colors bright,
     I shape my thoughts in shade and light,
     And show myself what I conceive
     In deep-felt fascination.

That isn't too Spenserian is it?

LMK

Probably edited for spelling, grammer, punctuation, or typos.