THE FLOW

Posted: June 16, 2012 in Lifestyle, Poetry, Summons
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I wish I could somehow, perhaps by magic,

Bring meaning to this flood of words

That threaten to drown me and take me under

This ocean of verbal exuberance.

One word it takes to leave its host

And drop like a ray of sunlight in darkness,

Then suddenly this spiritual silence;

This inspirational hibernation ceases.

Then like the magical all-reaching hands of spring,

Every part of me, every muscle, every drop of blood

Is awakened and renewed

To enjoy and pass on this miracle

From cell to cell, organ to organ,

Till at last my whole being is re-energized,

And those events that unfold to shape my thinking

To that of a habitual failure are erased.

And then my head is held high,

My shoulders lifted

As I pick my pen to create another masterpiece

That leaves me feeling not like another man

Who can’t seem to put his life in focus,

But as a confident player on the field of champions.

Essentially a star.

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