I am as ....

Dust on the road of your
imagination
swept with every wind
clothed in ragged consonants
searching like a beggar,
eating from the hands of strangers
the unknown taste of kindness,
I am unknown
to my self,
a mystery upon mystery
words spring
from I know not where
and land upon a page
and stored
on a button called save.

Fay Slimm
Ah - - poetry personified and so very well - - love the transfer from the mystical to the Save button - - it really works well.

Raj Arumugam
a marvelous and almost mystical beginning and coming down to the SAVE button! I just love the imagery of this poem and the development.