his mind a blank canvas
abandoned, burned out
colorless, thoughtless
putting no words
to what he sees or feels
and then the flicker of one line-
an utterance in pencil by the visionary
brought back to life
among cornflower blues
and coppery cymbals
engulfed by ideas and dreams
as fast as his hand can scribe,
conveying woven tales
and parables
created by his own musing
lead and paper intermingle
at the stroke of his hand -
imagery captured once again in words,
the poet has come home again
to captivate the muse
Just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Susie! I appreciate your stopping in!!! :)
ReplyDeletemind blowing...
ReplyDeletedynamic, things change beyond our imagination,
ReplyDeleteyou have captured the uncertainty masterfully.
Invite you to share your poetry with our poetry potluck today,
Random poems, poems unrelated to our theme are welcome!
Hope to see you in.
Bless your talent.
Cheers.
xxx