The idea

The idea came,
It stayed a while,
It didn’t fit,
Not quite my style.

I wasn’t sure,
It wouldn’t leave,
The idea in my head,
Did weave.

If only I could,
I might be able,
I began to draw,
Thoughts at the table.

Slowly it became,
A project,
Not for fame,
And not for profit.

A blog or two,
A poem here,
The idea grew,
Each and every year.

And now I write,
Morning and night,
As the idea said,
I could and might.

The idea came,
It stayed a while,
Now I know,
It really is my style.

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