new poetic fragment

A poetic fragment leapt out at me as I drove to lunch...I pulled over and hastily scribbled it down...(and you know who you are)

you are as beautiful as the sky
and I
I am lost on the horizon
where blue meets grey
meets miles away
from what steps over
the edge of the world
where words are hurled
like stones of memory
and contemplation
of your beauty


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

This is how poetry works, this is how poets work and this is how inspiration comes. There is a great world of difference between a construction worker and a sculptor.