Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read • Contests • Groups • Learn • Forums • Store • Help
 

The Creative Spirit and I

I make a clear entrance
into my stream of thoughts.
The midnight is gone, morning breaks.
The ravens carry my wishes and hopes,
quiet; flying through time and space.
The sable skies
turn to sheets of silver and gold,
vibrating,
  ringing,
      singing
        the song of my life.

Author notes

This is a poem I wrote about how I imagine my muse or a kind of metaphor for my thought process. Now I read it whenever I begin to write something new for inspiration. Thank you to Eusebius who gave me the wonderful word bank that inspired this poem.

Comments are well appreciated.

    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    • Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments

  • Hovels 2
    July 12, 2008

    Edit | Reply
    Wow, this really does open the mindset. It's like a cool breeze hitting your sweaty face. Well, it's that to me. I know that sounds weird.

  • Eusebius
    July 8, 2008

    Edit | Reply

    Bravo

    Lovely, potent, witty, and inspiring! a wonderful piece of poetry all around! three "bravos" and three clappies to you!! bravo... bravo... bravo...