Piles of paper lie scattered
Crumpled and wordless, they're blank carpets
Awaiting the taste of my intellectual ink
Demanding to delve into my mental landscape
The expansive emptiness of darkness
Blankets my drowsy mind
Dark clouds of cluttered thoughts
Huddle together in wait of a tempest
A pondering tree bends over
Creating a sheltered path
For a musing poet
Consumed by the landscape
A sudden gust of wind
Brings in a raging storm
And cloud-spun yarns
Drizzle onto the sweet smelling earth
I see dreamy butterflies basking
In the gilded sunshine
I see the vibrant hues
Of my cloistered thoughts
'Set them free!'cries my creative mind
'Don't chase them away' retorts my rational mind
Yet I can no longer bottle my dreams
So I let them fly
Fly, fly, fly across gardens in perpetual bloom
Only to return with nectarified ink
As I wield my pen
To compose a poem on my fleeting mind
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's a poem on the fleeting nature of thoughts and ideas that fill a poet's mind and the kinds of writer's block that poets frequently face...an attempt to understand the mental landscpes of a poet
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