Vast
Vast
Plink… Plank
The Rain Drops strike my Mind like Splashes of Paint and Light…
Each Flash a Forming Idea…
Each Color…
A Word…
A Thought
As I Glance Across the Powder Periwinkle Sky of my Mind…
With Vibrant Grass Green thoughts to catch my Fall
And White Fluffy Clouds…
In an All Black Sky
The Words come up, and off this Old Black Type Writer…
Click… Clack
Like Air of Life…
Crafting Breaths to feed my Soul
So I might Feed 10 More…
And from them, each 10 More
As the Rippling Workings take shape, and my Mind begins to flex
What Ships Shall Sail…
What Heroes May Rise…
Whilst Villains Fall
The Words roll out now…
The Worlds come forth… How
Can I explain…
How
But I must try…
And so I write
DarkJade-
PICTURE CREDIT – Periwinkle Sky
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December 13, 2011 at 10:39 am
I like this poem about poetry and the writing process.
December 13, 2011 at 11:32 am
Thanks for the Comment Thomas
DarkJade-
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