It begins again.
The pen, long dormant,
comes alive as it starts
to skim the paper
like a smooth stone thrown
off the surface of the water.
The words spill out,
stirring the stars to
cast endless circles around her
while revealing their light,
a light which has
guided her verses of prose.
The spark is no longer contained
igniting across her mouth,
burning spirals of colors
that float out the window
colliding with a frigid night air
leaving her to bask
in its afterglow.
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Author:
Charlotte (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 25th, 2019 00:25
- Comment from author about the poem: The joy that comes when inspiration finally finds your pen.
- Category: Love
- Views: 49
- Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan
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Comments4
Yes i agree. When inspired, it is as if another spirit, another force, indeed a righteous force has overtaken me and commands my vocabulary.
A definite relief rests upon me then.
Absolutely brilliant!
Thank you
And thank you!
WELCOME FRIEND TO MPS ! It is a very empathetic site so you will get some positive comments ! Thanks for your first Poem. It is an excellent FREE VERSE POEM in 19 modulated lines which give it great rhythm ! It has thre distinct STANZAS 7 6 6 Which you have chosen not to separate ! I love the SUBJECT ! The stiring and initiation of the MUSE ! You have used some excellent phrases !
1. The PEN long dormant
2. The words spill out
3. Burning spirals of color
4. Leaving her to bask in its afterglow !
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Love the visualization this poem gives! Amazing work!
Thank you!
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