My muse, a whisp of smoke, hear it then gone, inspiration spoke in a yawn
Glowing ember falls to the ground a spark to remember a dying sound
Echoes ring from the dark, an angel sings, only a smudge left as its mark
Scrapings of soot makes my ink, pen to paper put, memory gone in a wink
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Magnificent muse 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy your words and always most valued.
Beautifully captures the fleeting nature of inspiration.
Thank you very much for your read and most kind words they are most appreciated
You welcome!
Love this, inspiration, blink and it's gone, enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani for the review and words of support and kind encouragement they are always appreciated
You are very welcome
If people don't get this, they probably don't belong on this site. They might be looking for Tinder or something. An excellent write on the poetic process, my friend. Love it, Soren. A fave from me. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend for your read and the words of support that you give it is most important to me
You are most welcome, Soren!
Like lightning through the night sky, your words illuminate the fleeting; each spark a ghost of the fire that birthed it. I can almost smell the soot on your fingers.
Thanks Cryptic your poetic words are most appreciated and valued they give spark to new fires
Most welcome, Soren 🕊️🙏🏻
Well written, your poem beautifully captures the transformative power of artistic creation, highlighting the imperative of embracing inspiration whenever it strikes, even if it means it may vanish swiftly. It profoundly resonates with anyone who embarks on creative journeys, acknowledging the challenges and beauty inherent in the artistic process, and perseveres to seize inspiration before it dissipates. The imagery of ashes, smoke, and echoes powerfully suggests that while inspiration can ignite the creative process, it is often ephemeral and difficult to sustain, yet it is precisely this fleeting nature that makes it so precious.
Thank you so much Friendship for your review and interpretation of this poem and catching the key thread that runs through it. It is deeply appreciated.
You're very welcome, my friend, have a great weekend.
Symphony for a memory gone in a wink...
Thank you so much for the read and comment Lorenz it is most appreciated
Lovely !
A fave !
Thank you so much for your read and comment
Good write SB. KP's dinner for tonight - scrapings of soot. I burnt her food on the barbecue. heehee.
Thanks Orchi for the read and KP's menu that sounds like my common meal when I fix it
There is a time in the morning, just before waking, when thoughts seem to coalesce into lines, stanzas, without really thinking they're just there and you do everything you can to hold onto them, for they can be gone in an instant unless you keep repeating them, until you get yourself up and scribble them down. You capture it perfectly in four lbeautiful lines!
Dear Bella thank you so much for your read and supportive words. Yes for me it when I lay down and have turned out all the lights. I have taken to keeping a pen and paper by the bed. I appreciate your kind words of encouragement
Somethings become a wisp over time yet others burnt into your mind.
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Bingo Buddy .. now aint that a fact .. N
Thanks Neville for the read it's always appreciated
... and from that smudge a splendid poem, Soren. Sometimes all one needs is a wink, the first line, as it were and the rest is up to the poet and no better poet than your good self to see it out as is clearly evident in this impressive verse.
Fond regards,
Tony.
You are too kind but keep saying it, it feels good. I have looked at your stats lately and we know where the art is at. Your ratio of faves to reads is incredible
Almost random, still making perfect sense.
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
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