Finding.
And as the wind finds holes
to whistle thru' I see gaps in the mist
of fancy's hold
and string words to fill
them, as poets do, then brimming
with lyrical hope
I find rhythm and begin to blow.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Felt, after viewing the image, a need for a fun-post today -- hope you enjoy.
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Comments4
Stitching with words is so much fun. Good one Fay
That fairly describes how inspiration falls and mists clear as one's poetic creativity leads a trail.
Inspiration, in every gust
(a lovely depiction
succinct and light in tone, but deep in its layered meaning)
a wonderful read, dear Fay
A lovely expression , Fay 🙂 love your fun poem )
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