coalescing and the poem
I hold thoughts and experiences within me,
in some kind of holding tank
I don’t quite perceive most of the time,
then I notice a coalescing collection
that leaps out at me,
my creative impulse molds the collection
into a form that pleases the word artist within me,
I create a collection of words
to hold the fragments
that want to be a whole,
and somehow it is.
by Henry H. Walker
April 23, ’17
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