He touched me
So I lift my pen,
Roll its familiarity between my fingers
Gently blow the specks
Seeking that clarity of definition
From the dusty drawer
Slammed shut by daily mediocrity
Suffocated in Life’s metaphor.
A muse has stirred within
Sentience no longer blinkered
Searching songs and poets’ prose
Such beauty of rhyme and form
My love of words reborn
Yet few can truly capture those
undefinable thoughts
I glimpse myself
perpetually grasping
clarification
Since he touched me
And so I lift my pen
and write
and fail
and write again
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 3:49 PM UTC
He touched me
So I lift my pen,
Roll its familiarity between my fingers
Gently blow the specks
Seeking that clarity of definition
From the dusty drawer
Slammed shut by daily mediocrity
Suffocated in Life’s metaphor.
A muse has stirred within
Sentience no longer blinkered
Searching songs and poets’ prose
Such beauty of rhyme and form
My love of words reborn
Yet few can truly capture those
undefinable thoughts
I glimpse myself
perpetually grasping
clarification
Since he touched me
And so I lift my pen
and write
and fail
and write again
