Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of No Thoughts

Hard to say

Let me think of thoughts I
can't express, those
conjectures with
no words to
impart,

Such thoughts are strewn all
over the mind and are
anxiously awaiting
a good kick
start.

If I could express all denying
emotions I am capable
of conjuring up, I'd
be a master
stinker,

But I can barely convey how
love feels, or how ideas
function, I am a
bland thought
thinker.

Yorktown Disciple