(if I let them, words can lift me, but I must let them.....)
Linger there,
my finger prayer
will give you life
just stay right there
inside my heart and mind,
you high awakening,
the prose that lifts
you up to see
the world in which you now
will be,
beautiful array of words
your charm is lifting me absurdly
through the calm that is now
such a bore
stay with me, we'll sift through lore
so dark and gray
while my hands
pray
at the alter
I call a keyboard tray
Our muses can be fickle and transitory at times. Capturing the essence of what we are given requires special gifts and skills to be implemented at precisely the correct moment. Much is lost when we dilly-dally and, in my opinion, there is nothing worse (in the arts) than watered down poetry and writing.
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Enjoyed!
Connie
A thoughtful write ...
Blessings ...
Richard