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.....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. :::::::::::::: 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. ::::::::::::::: my toe-dipping moments, my rare moments of serenity, are short-lived........ruffled, besieged by old shadows, because....phantoms of fear refuse to die. :::::::::::::::::::::: 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. ::::::::::::::::::::::: sometimes, it takes a while, for love and life to rhyme. :::::::::::::::::::::: Sally Copyright February 10, 2018 rrab ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
sally-a-bayan
Sometimes.....
.....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. :::::::::::::: 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. ::::::::::::::: my toe-dipping moments, my rare moments of serenity, are short-lived........ruffled, besieged by old shadows, because....phantoms of fear refuse to die. :::::::::::::::::::::: 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. ::::::::::::::::::::::: sometimes, it takes a while, for love and life to rhyme. :::::::::::::::::::::: Sally Copyright February 10, 2018 rrab ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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