Poems

 reflections are deep

at times they make me weep

emotions are strong

I find them sweeping me along 

I try to figure out the cause

I cant pin point them at all

they seems to be generating out of nowhere

and making their way like a gush of fresh air

I wonder if they have been trapped inside my soul like prisoners

and rushing their way through me to free themselves in meadows air

I feel rejoiced when they are out

perhaps that's how poets came about

there is rich life experience in those words

which a poet pens down to entertain the world