Heart Thought Feelings

Fleeting thoughts fly through my head, thoughts that scream out to be said. They scream out loudly all the time, in language born and bred in rhyme. The rhyme inherent in it’s sound bears sound with meaning so profound. Profound enough to put in verse for verse is always my thought’s curse. A curse that shares my every day as inner voices have their say. These voices then encased in rhyme, set down their feelings all the time. For feelings are the truth in words for words are simply nouns and verbs, connected simply by our heart as heart lets our true thoughts depart. Ivor G Davies