"The usefulness of things is in their emptiness." - Author unknown
What to do? Where's my muse?
Are you being lazy? Have I not fed you?
Come out
Into this void
Where 'Castles in the Air' dreaming
Comes true
I'm listening, waiting
For your sounds
Higher than my existence,
Are you
Grace in the wind
A whisper, breath, caress
Upon the sacrifice of
Stillness
Yet, I cannot clasp them...
Your secrets
Oh, the frustration!
Inspiration
By this fool passing
Sensor set to delicate
You,
Escape my grasp
Mind distracted; heart a mess
Why would you choose,
upon this fool's wreck,
To breathe & rest?
Ease taken - that in
Nothing
the absence of Something
Exists
When I'm ready
You...
My muse will take me,
Madly
Until then, I look upon
these
drops of Ethereal Dew to
descend upon me soon.
--Christine Kincer 2010
2 comments:
I really enjoy stopping by to see what you write, Hopefully the writers block is short lived....
~~ME~~
Thank you! Yes, I'm really hoping the writer's block is short lived...it's so frustrating, lol! But it's wonderful to have your support, you're always so encouraging :)
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