Tramp-led Dreams

Your observations are very coherent... (I suspect from one of a young but not so tender age...am I correct?) the thing about writing poetry in particular (apart from the following clichés) is it's all subjective and abstract really. You know (and I) when words translate to ideas and the probing flash-light beam begins to emit light from a different source. There is an enlightened knowing; a feeling and a wanting to be better than good of what was read and, more importantly, the inspiration to improve one's own craft too! . And, more significantly, to develop at each outing! Impossible dreams but a goal at the very least.

 How many poems have I read on how many sites? Sometimes one stands out and it can be sheer brilliance. These are far and few to be hold but from what I've looked at here, I might even be more than presently surprised. This piece actually echoes a few things I'd been wanting to air on public platform for some time. I hide a lot within the words and it's like a paper (or word) trail with bits of clues tagged here and there. I thank you again for your time (and patience)

~Flash~