I need to be inspired
I need to be inspired
Like the fish cold water that lifts the sand beneath my toes.
Like the brisk waves that threaten to collapse lungs on pavement and woodwork and stars that dance too aggressively in the sky.
Where the wind doesn't branch but flows through branches and collides with sun rays on a summer Sunday where children have been left out to play.
Where the wind doesn't branch but flows through branches and collides with sun rays on a summer Sunday where children have been left out to play.
Where the garden gnome forgets it's true name and the pockets on his outer sleeve are sealed shut with
Love.
Hope.
Happiness.
Like a fortune cookie.
Cracked to be open.
Telling you of all the glories your life may or may not hide.
In the darkness, there is light.
Because in the shallow confines of where times dipped deep into the atmosphere and you took your first breath
Of earth, and warmth, and war and fire. A mother captured your sadness and doused it.
Quick to her bosom, you rest, reset, and relax.
Until you found something docile and domestic
Later on, you have found the spark
The muse
The fireside awakening of darkness is Dutch apple pies and a cup of skim milk
"To be beautiful," she said.
"You already are," he attested and they made love.
A love that was passionate and elongated with each skinny lip dipped into chocolate and reentering the womb.
And like that
Imagination
Inspiration
The writer's block is gone.
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