I can't remember what I titled this poem a year or so go. I will look it up and restore its birth title, but for the moment it is, The Minds Eye.
I haven't looked at these words in some time and when I did last night for this morning's post I was delighted at its imagery and as well as its message. Poetry is like that for me. I let it go and when I visit it again in the future it seems new to me. What a gift for me.
I trust your day will be perfect and that this Sonnet will connect with your heart.
(A late add) I found the original title. It is "Universal Thought." I like the latest one better.
The Minds Eye
© 2009 Rolland G. Smith
Would that we could see far beyond the eye
To where the mind oft goes to be alone.
Where mystery blends with thoughts that never die
And magic melts the ice of what’s unknown.
The miracle of mind is what’s not seen
Except when artist’s hands can clearly show
The Universe and time set in-between
The silence and the thought, a vast tableau.
What greater gift is there, but to create
And greet imagination at its core.
It is in bringing forth that we await
The simple knock of wonder at the door.
The mind is just the hook to hold the thought
Before we let it go and what it's wrought.
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