She would rather be naked
Or elegantly dressed
But I see her in underwear

I sit and think
The words form just inside my head
No one to listen

John Lennon on the radio
Still alive
Imagine.

The pen does not write
It translates thoughts
Into words

The Poet sees
But does not say
The Poem says
But does not see

Seeing is a way of saying
Saying is a way of seeing
What’s that you see

Martin Swords
Jan 2014

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