10SEP26
in your soul
in every minute
a wind somewhere blows
there is more in it
than we can possibly know
a wizard's spell
a mystical map
a deep well
waiting to be tapped
all that is unseen
waiting on a shelf
not on a screen
but within yourself
the bell tolls
for you to hear
it is your soul
the final frontier
the question is put
out in the trees
I think that bigfoot
probably agrees
Enjoy your Thursday. Do not remain aloof from the goof.
The last stanza was thrown in to somehow drag bigfoot into the poem. This poem will be number 498 in the blog that focuses on bigfoot. Sometime after 500 the poems may start to veer off on different subjects. I’m not sure yet. But we’ll see.
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