Whispers in the Clover

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems
Nothing pondered, nothing gained.

Submitted: September 05, 2019

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Drained, like a cup that holds too little

Dry, like deserts approaching noon.

The inspiration juices flow

Then turn to bits of coal

Scattered like the sand upon a dune.

 

Stories drain from view, like raindrops hitting glass,

And the hints of meaningful poems fade away.

If I could grasp the deeper meanings

And phrase new beginnings

Then the child of inspiration --- might stay.

 

But inspiration, is like a childlike impish lover,

Spontaneous and passionate, just until it's over.

So I try to be inspired, seeking phrases not yet said,

For if passion is emotion, then I say it must be fed

  By imagination's ah-ha moment, and Whispers in the Clover.

 

 

JEFalcon

09-04-2019


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