That Invisible Web

As we spread our seeds of thought upon
this white blank scroll, the words of
mind just seem to appear and grow.

Each word suspended,
dangling precariously
in our imagination,
as from a tiny silk
spider’s thread..

Which image
will be next to
emerge, from this
mysterious silken web.

Perhaps a poem
or a story will
appear, the words
from which, may
evoke a smile
or tear as they
reach the human
ear.

That elusive place
called the inner
mind. That place
no one can explain,
or decipher in a
life-time.

But who cares…
as long as the
words never ebb,
and our imagery
continues to grow
from that invisible
web.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002

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