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What's Left To Stir Up

Poetry By: Stormbird Throneshaker
Poetry


Poem written 02/18/2012


Submitted:Feb 18, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


My mind is as blank as this paper that I write on

cause there's nothing flowing from my heart to the screen

Yesterday I felt like I was on top of a mountain

but today I feel like it's on top of me.

It's stopping the flow of the words and the music

that danced around merrily inside of my head

My eyes stare at the paper and I can't get through it

I know that somethings there alive and or dead.

What's left to stir up in this kettle over an unburnt log

for there's no magic potions and no brooms to ride

no star ship waiting to take off from a dry dock

no poem to roll out, no tune that will rock while you slide.

My minds on vacation, it's left my body behind

here with my soul and heart just a waiting

for the words to come back with the music and rhyme.

Yes, my mind is as blank as the paper that I write on

cause there's nothing flowing from my heart to the screen

Yesterday I felt like I was on top of a mountain

but today I feel like it's on top of me.

It's stopping the flow of words and the music

that danced around merrily inside of my head

My eyes stare at the paper and I can't get through it

I know that somethings there alive and or dead.

What's left to stir up in this kettle over an unburnt log

for there's no magic potions and no brooms to ride

no star ship waiting to take off from a dry dock

no poem to roll out, no tune that will rock while you slide.

My minds on vacation, it's left my body behind

here with my soul and heart just a waiting

for the words to come back with the music and rhyme.





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