Stardate 10.12.18 Poem
fickle creativity
comes and goes in waves
sometimes a tsunami crashes on my shores
pounding harder and faster than I can record it all
pure power unleashed destroying everything in its path
flashes sparks flames of neurons firing
until smoke comes out of my ears
and I douse my head in the sea
other times the drought
the force
the pressure pressing down
a barren desparate thirst wringing out the fabrics for one more blessed drop
please
please
but nothing comes and nothing comes and nothing comes
and I beat my fists and curse the tides
shifting sands
the changing and the flow
until
I relax
and then
the flow flows again
and all is well once more
the cycle itself the game
I came to play
💛💛💛💛💛
‘The flow flows again’
This is how I feel this morning.
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MMmmmmm such a great feeling to have the flow engage once more!! Blessings, sister!! 💛💛💛
The imagery is beautiful, I can feel your emotion on the poem and the line is totally splendid, I love it, it's amazing
Thank you @josediccus! I am honored that you read & enjoy my words 💛