Subject: On the Crest of a Tide
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: dnb-as1s54.erols.com
Date: Thurs Dec 25, 1997 at 9:06AM

Swimming along on the crest of a tide

Going to try and sing along for the ride
Wonder of wonders ... will this ever cease?
The power of a fine poet who doesn't tease

Singing songs of happiness all bundled up with ribbon
The wonder is they all work so beautifully without fibbing
Words which flow out of mind so swiftly and surely
Whenever it strikes - I am enamored of the prize fully

As poetic odes do slide out of mind onto fingertips
So much oozes out ... one wonders if it will all fit
Onto layers and layers of chat-script which rings silent
As the words are showered upon all those in the room
who are smiling ...


- Tristram
9:15pm Dec. 24th 97

[written during Chat on Christmas Eve]