Hold
the pencil,
wait for inspiration to materialise.
Hold the thought,
wait for its form to crystallise.
wait for inspiration to materialise.
Hold the thought,
wait for its form to crystallise.
Clear
your mind
and the words come like swirling mist,
tumbling, turning,
through my brain they twist.
and the words come like swirling mist,
tumbling, turning,
through my brain they twist.
Out of the ether,
the burgeoning idea unfolds,
onto the paper,
the finished poem, behold!
the burgeoning idea unfolds,
onto the paper,
the finished poem, behold!
Lady Satellite
Sitting there wondering what to write about and a poem about writing a poem appears!!!
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