"winter time in the minds eye"

about the way ideas that may be the big one just float away and never gome back like the cold breeze of winter time

Passion pitches a fastball right across homeplate so fast

like a striking match,and you can't even swing at it.

But just like a shooting star in the night it flies right by

as I make a wish,that for just once fame and fortune

matter nothing to me.

All i should care for is my evaporating energy of butkiss.

Nowhere is home everyone is focused on feverishly prioritized

points of intrest.

Phantom photos grouped together like ideas pieling

up,dead leaves in my mind, line by line I record my impotence, my failures,

and the always escaping images never to be,in the ever changing winter frozen mind.

Author's Note

sorry for the bad edidting please tell me if it sucks

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I write notes in a book I carry always. Easy to forget. A small journal ensure we keep our ideas safe and alive. I understand this poem. I get ideals and thoughts in the wrong places and times. A strong mind is always moving quickly. Sometime we must slow down to think. Thank you for the excellent poem. Made my old mind work tonight.
Coyote

[Lily Mae]

I felt as though a history with someone had been compiled and yet it was all still so far away the history mean't nothing.. never really did because it wasn't fully embraced... by the images that were never mean't to be..x Excellent write..

[lee von cleef]

The poem is your ambassador, if you like it,good ,To be hunting birds,shot a hell of a lot of birds.

[stephen dillon]

i don not get what you are saying.

[lee von cleef]

Don't apologize ,put out a poem you are proud of, set it free like a little boat in the river see where it goes,