Poetic Thoughts

   Poetry is in my blood

Upon a whim, I'll write,

Oft times my best work will emerge

In quietness of night.

    I've seen me have a pen and pad

Beside my bed, close by,

When lines roll up inside my thoughts

I'll scribe them, ere they fly

   Out of my mind, and far away

Into that black beyond

Where they seem lost, forever gone

As diamonds in murk pond.

    Prefer to write in formal style

And with the rhyming grade

It helps me to recall the lines

  

Ere memory will fade.