Poetry By Chuck



There is a place in our minds
Where we can go when needed
A place just over the wall
The wall of our preceptions

Its a place of imagination
A place of creation
A place that challenges our minds
A place that's all mine

Wonderful things and strange sights
await us over the wall
We can almost hear the music
But, alas the wall is too tall

Perhaps we should go there
climb up using a tall chair
Or maybe we should just accept
some desires are never met

Ah! What a place it could be
Where our mind is set free
No duties, no daily trouble
All we have to do is pop our bubble.

And climb the wall
away from it all
to a place where we can be free
to write poems that please ...me.

Author Notes:

Written Aug 11th 2007