I sit down to
write,
Pen
in
hand
And
before me
the chasm.
Intent and plan
stand
with me,
desire too
On
the other side
Completion,
success
and the finished product
sit,
languidly throwing taunts
toward my team
of yet to be poetry.
Do I,
Will,I,
Can I
succeed..
To make
the minutia sparkle,
To make
the mundane ...miraculous
To make
the everyday moment
appear exquisitely beautiful.
Do I,
Will I,
Can I,
Succeed in,
Making
the words upon a page
leap and pirouette, To make
them echt
a smile upon
your heart.
To have them
express
the sadness
of the world's soul,
To settle the emotion
of the
moment
deep,deep
into
the marrow
of your bones.
Do I,
Will I,
Can I,
Take
that leap
Into the chasm of the unknown,
crying
Hallelujah
as I go...
You
know
I do.
...Every single
time...
Every
******
one.
When,
I sit down,
to write
Pen
in
hand.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 9:33 PM UTC
I sit down to
write,
Pen
in
hand
And
before me
the chasm.
Intent and plan
stand
with me,
desire too
On
the other side
Completion,
success
and the finished product
sit,
languidly throwing taunts
toward my team
of yet to be poetry.
Do I,
Will,I,
Can I
succeed..
To make
the minutia sparkle,
To make
the mundane ...miraculous
To make
the everyday moment
appear exquisitely beautiful.
Do I,
Will I,
Can I,
Succeed in,
Making
the words upon a page
leap and pirouette, To make
them echt
a smile upon
your heart.
To have them
express
the sadness
of the world's soul,
To settle the emotion
of the
moment
deep,deep
into
the marrow
of your bones.
Do I,
Will I,
Can I,
Take
that leap
Into the chasm of the unknown,
crying
Hallelujah
as I go...
You
know
I do.
...Every single
time...
Every
******
one.
When,
I sit down,
to write
Pen
in
hand.
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