Member Poem

When thoughts skim trees,
one can speculate and fret,
maybe fascinated process,
fascinated and elated then,
a parody of scribbling notes,
indulging wistful wry whim,
was it the majestic scene,
the poet strives to portray,
panic sparked by schedule,
schedule that bold set term,
knowing that stern void,
can be wrongly misshapen, 
temple wrinkling brouhaha,
am I that swift hunch verse,
who may fritter sunbursts,
whilst coinage of  opal ode,
sodden  piece  dull dodge ,
sudden piece grey vanish,
but fingers also  stump,
as dawn craved on pulse,
I wallow in the joy now available,
because this phase could be,
a fleeting passer transient veil,
for however long that could
conceivably last under stress,
whilst seconds never obey,
the speed limits of existence,
sentient beings should grasp them,
in as caring a manner possible,
when life has been fully embraced,
and taken with due diligence,
then that plausible manoeuvre,
is to commit the latent pen,
that writer with different depth,
appreciation for artful life,
they are fervent and fiercely,
dedicated to projects in the future,
considered the cynosure of smooth,
sophisticated passionate position,
concepts will flow in abundance,
the novelist or poet never fears lack,
that bleak point  resultant of the unused,
and untrained aspiring maker of magic lines,
but to find a sympathetic audience,
final hurdle on the way always daunting,
true bard courageous in their novel penchant,
yet audacity allied to literary gift,
an eternal condition an eternal quest