PJ Holen

I want to write for profit
But need to make a life
Need time to think and clear my head
Sweep away the strife.

Quiet brings my mind a peace
That little else provides
Except a noodled-thought nursed to light
Like two stars when they collide

Words to paper filed in order
Like soldiers straight and tall
Each noun and verb in it's place
So the structure does not fall

So this my ditty here for all to read
It tells little of me
Save that I like to write
And do some poetry.