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Coaxing the soul yields naught but hollow thoughts
Chambers of the mind silent like old corridors
Waiting for the breeze of rejuvenation to blow through

On misty moors, under the damp sky I could walk
Touch the dewy heather and soak in cooling rain
In other times fuelled by nature's mystic poetry
Now wintered and exposed, numbed and cold

As a ghost I wander through the day
Eyes see, not with clarity but the haze of indifference
Lazy moments pass, form without colour
In chrysalis I am held, waiting for rebirth

Perhaps in truth I am owed this calm
Prison the perception yet salvation the truth
This stoney ground I walk upon should tempt my feet again
Now I realise the path I tread is a carpet of sand [comments] => 4 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 21 [informant] => puppy_dog_eyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

The Inkwell of Inspiration

Contributed by puppy_dog_eyes on Sunday, 21st February 2010 @ 04:47:52 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

The inkwell of inspiration has run dry
Coaxing the soul yields naught but hollow thoughts
Chambers of the mind silent like old corridors
Waiting for the breeze of rejuvenation to blow through

On misty moors, under the damp sky I could walk
Touch the dewy heather and soak in cooling rain
In other times fuelled by nature's mystic poetry
Now wintered and exposed, numbed and cold

As a ghost I wander through the day
Eyes see, not with clarity but the haze of indifference
Lazy moments pass, form without colour
In chrysalis I am held, waiting for rebirth

Perhaps in truth I am owed this calm
Prison the perception yet salvation the truth
This stoney ground I walk upon should tempt my feet again
Now I realise the path I tread is a carpet of sand

Copyright © puppy_dog_eyes ... [ 2010-02-21 16:47:52]
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Re: The Inkwell of Inspiration (User Rating: 1 )
by JakerBaker88 on Sunday, 21st February 2010 @ 05:19:53 PM AEST
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I enjoyed your poem. Well written and with strong verse. Good job. =) My favorite line was, "Chambers of the mind silent like old corridors, waiting for the breeze of rejuvenation to blow through."

Re: The Inkwell of Inspiration (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Sunday, 21st February 2010 @ 05:27:54 PM AEST
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Hi Steve...this poem just blew me away.... I loved your metaphors. I can totally relate to this.. Hope all is well..
Jenni

Re: The Inkwell of Inspiration (User Rating: 1 )
by thistle_and_fern on Sunday, 21st February 2010 @ 09:37:07 PM AEST
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This invokes a feeling of want and of need to me - and this in particular -
"As a ghost I wander through the day
Eyes see, not with clarity but the haze of indifference
Lazy moments pass, form without colour
In chrysalis I am held, waiting for rebirth",

Are we all waiting for a rebirth of some kind? And when it happens, we emerge as beautiful beings.
Food for thought,
Thanks Steve, really enjoyed the imagery this has relayed to me.

Julie

Re: The Inkwell of Inspiration (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Monday, 22nd February 2010 @ 06:52:12 AM AEST
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i'm with JakerBaker in that the same line stood out for me, creates a very vivid image, just enjoying a sense of being is an important part of life

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