There's days when
past and pain and paralysis
befall the muse.
Usually, the bad old days and the
creative impulse
spark each other toward
distinct revelations
uncommon word amalgams
fresh awareness, all while
arm in arm with the
Spirit of the Universe.
The predominant urge today is to
sleep forget numb eat medicate,
while old crazy-making mind tapes
drone about how
dumb useless crazy lazy foolish
to ever
think write grow say create
anything that anyone would want to
read hear see experience taste.
The muse struggles, drowning
in shallow muddy pools of
negativity and self doubt.
And then
the rain comes to
ionize and cleanse and
offer a life preserver
of unsoiled inspiration.
enjoyable read.
ReplyDeletethanks for the theme fitting piece.
feel free to visit a few entries to make your post more visual. have fun making some new poetic friends.
A++
love the happy ending
ReplyDeleteThis is terrific! The flowing wordplay adds to the sense of urgency implied by the words themselves. your diction is graphic and insightful. Really nice write.
ReplyDeleteloved the flow and the little upturn for an end!
ReplyDeleteinspired, from the beginning till the end,,
ReplyDelete:)
LOVE the ending! A life preserver of unsoiled inspiration.... LOVELY!!! :)
ReplyDeleteVery nicely penned throughout and then
ReplyDelete"... the rain comes to
ionize and cleanse and
offer a life preserver
of unsoiled inspiration."
Always love an upbeat hopeful ending.
Thank you for sharing!