Pen of Inspiration

Even if I played the fiddle and walked on tightropes of your dreams it would not matter. Crusted imagination is rigid in the ground set in concrete all around.

I ramble on with mystic musings considering a long lost view. Long lost. Powerless is what you have become. Not negative in thought but resigned in nature.

Pen of inspiration, follow the angles of my quill. Return to me with purity of thought and rhythmic melody.

Dezzie 2022

Recently I have been mixing things up more by exploring symbolic free verse. It has really helped with writers block as it forces me to think outside the box. Using the same rubric all the time may provide a point of reference for your reader yet potentially removes the freshness of the new in what you write.


free verse, poetry,

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