I know I should be grateful
I have got everything and anything
I ever wanted

And yet the itch doesn’t go away
And yet enough
does not have a place in my vocabulary

I know I should be grateful
Gratitude has a power to heal it all

To take the itch away
To allow me to be content

So why doesn’t it come?

What, oh what
are the conditions
for the emergence of gratitude?

.....a day's, or a night's inspiration
just walks away
and escapes my mental grasp
an idea, pregnant with possibilities,
suddenly becomes infertile, like
a barren woman, or a wasteland
i try to get hold of it,
still...it glides away, falling along the
edges of my imagination.
i am bereft,
when my muse has left.
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sometimes,
i eagerly dip, and wiggle my toes
on a sunny blue river that
manifests itself in my mind,
bursting with promises of new insights...
yet, a slightly curving path is hard to ignore
for, it easily presents itself......and
sometimes,
i give in to its swirls of unfulfilled
dreams, and....sublime moments,
hovering, like a hummingbird
quivering...in my own space,
there in neverlandia, where i'm left
pondering, about a life......unlived.
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my toe-dipping moments,
my rare moments of serenity,
are short-lived........ruffled,
besieged by old shadows,
because....phantoms of fear
refuse to die.
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sometimes,
when treading this curved path,
unwanted, unexpected
circumstances occur,
and, all of a sudden,
my muse emerges from hiding.
inspirations bloom,
like mushrooms,
bolder,
than those that elude(d) me.
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sometimes,
it takes a while,
for love and life
to rhyme.
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Sally

Copyright February 10, 2018
rrab



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I am romantically fatal.
I give it all till I bleed to dead,
I'm left with nothing
But regrets.