Monday, 28 December 2015

In My Write Mind

Rambling on blank pages
A wilderness of phrases
A poet contemplates a rhyme
Rushes hot with upper cases

Idle nibbling whilst scribbling
Inspiration comes to mind
Optimistic that its origins
Will prove to be a perfect find

Dark clouds ink like draining
Hardly moving no retreat
Watching racing rivulets
Feeling light is incomplete

Unceasing moans and murmurs
Drip tap tap incessant rain
Heavy reverie imagining
Trapped inside a hurricane

Mysteries steeped in history
Bleeding battlegrounds convey
Making timely points in movement
Writing chessboard games to play

In pursuit of perfect questions
Portraying flawless explanations
Contrasting the impossible
With most appropriate innovations

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