A Very Special Journey

 

And as I ponder 

on exactly what my next poem will look like?

I reflect on the very moment 

my muse takes hold of my precious pen

swirling, weaving 

and sometimes even flying over 

to the next page 

lines and lines of imagery

be it, white fluffy clouds 

reaching down

tickling the top branches of the great cypress 

or of a heart broken in two

laid in the gutter in full view?

or even love holding on tight

to a comet that shoots into eternity 

perhaps even an Angel

having tea eating a slice of victoria sponge

on her finest crystal plate?

or even my raven greeting the scarecrow

that lives on the small patch of yellow grass

outside my kitchen window?

I ponder in my own mind

waiting in anticipation 

in hope she will visit me soon

for that one magnificent moment

when my imagery comes alive

she’s never let's me down

and I cannot help but think

how lucky I am.