i woke
with great inspiration
to write a poem
the coffee is ready
the puppy has been petted
the sun has begun to rise
the sun has begun
to rise
all other thoughts
vanished
as the light
snuffed for days
peeked up
over the city
now i sit
embraced
by the warmth
some poems
are to be lived
not written
i think this one
composed
in free range joy
softly spoken
to the sun
was my best
it is a shame
i don’t remember
the words
just the feeling
as it poured across
my heavy tongue
to soar over
my lonesome lips
if you go outside
stand
basking in her love
maybe
the vibrations of the words
will carry through you
a hum
a hymn
a heavy sigh
that tells
the tale of my love
for her
as she sleeps
by the shore
i woke
with great inspiration
and poured my heart out
to the sun
I think that’s one of the hardest parts of being creative, knowing that some things can just be enjoyed as they are, rather than written/painted/sculpted, etc. It’s moments like this that feed us.
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yes. I couldn’t agree more.
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