a page swoops in
like a clever breeze
auspiciously it teases
halos my mind
and whisks me off
to anywhere it pleases
impressions morph
to sequences
capricious in direction
picks up and then
dies down again
an idea at its conception
Fickle as
a writer's whim
I ride a fitful current
rambunctiously
it plays with me
then is suddenly susurrant
energy
released and penned
like floating premonitions
while sudden gusts
threaten to change
entire definitions
insistently
muse takes to form
regardless who agrees
you can't contain
a poet's heart
any more so than a breeze.
Author notes
This does not accomplish what the contest is asking for. Ugh.
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it was a very inspirational poem for me
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