Enter my mind and I awake,
Exit through the hands as another state.
Creation flows and takes its grip,
As the storm of thoughts begins to whip.
From chaos forms a masterpiece,
As heart and mind unite, released.
Another hope has proven ink,
Exacting judgment begins to sink.
As spirits calm and form is torn,
Nevermore was the fragment born.
Cast aside and left to drown,
Another tempest remains unfound.
Weakened sage and veiled verse,
Mute echo of the universe.
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Author:
Jeffrey Weese (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In the quiet, still hours of the morning, I found myself unexpectedly stirred by a single phrase that had taken root in my mind. Though I tried to shake it loose and drift back into slumber, it persisted, a persistent refrain that refused to be ignored. Eventually, I found myself drawn to my keyboard, fingers poised to capture the words that had taken hold. As I gave in to the creative impulse, I felt the familiar thrill of inspiration course through me, and I surrendered to the flow of words that spilled forth. At that moment, I was both author and audience, transfixed by the power of the creative process.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wow, such deep meaning. Thanks for sharing jeffrey
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