Richard Lamoureux Poet Rhyme

Absorbed

It has been quite a while 
since inspired pen has met with paper
Minutes have dripped into days
inspiration has become a stranger
I have so many gorgeous pens 
yellow, gold, blue, purple, black
My instruments perfectly lined
yet my thoughts I can't unpack
As I grasp for clear ideas
they slip slide so smooth and clean
Melted crystals poured on palms
they leave a reflective sheen
As I desperately seek out myself
within these patterns of liquid light
I'm absorbed into the desert
like my hands now cracked and white
Let me close these ancient eyes
Travel to a place beyond frustration 
Within the land of my slumber 
I will live within imagination
There colours will be brighter
nothing will slip through outstretched hand
I'll be the master of my dominion
my mind will flex as I command
Nothing will be impossible 
Until night turns into day
That's when my eyes will surely open
and my dreams will slip away!

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John Hamilton December 13, 2016 at 10:04 AM Wonderful write Rick, loved everything, I think we all go through dry spells but yours was so dreamy! A7 Richard Lamoureux January 11, 2017 at 3:15 PM Thanks John.

Freddie Robinson Jr. December 2, 2016 at 11:25 AM Ah, the elusive spark of creativity. Captured elegantly in this poem, Richard. Wonderful poem w/truth displayed in the words. Every poet/poetess knows what you're talking about. Love the poem though. Love and many blessings to you. Richard Lamoureux December 2, 2016 at 11:48 AM Blessings to you as well Freddie.

Connie Marcum Wong November 27, 2016 at 5:41 PM Wow Richard, welll this poem certainly sounds inspired! I felt carried away in your dream! 7 ; ) Richard Lamoureux November 30, 2016 at 3:32 AM Thanks Connie;0)

Demetrios Trifiatis November 27, 2016 at 4:34 PM Richard my friend, be fair to yourself for you are creating something more precious than a poem: A house! You are absorbed by it and rightly so. You are a very good poet and never your muse is going to abandon you no matter what! When the house is completed you be back stronger! A seven my friend! Richard Lamoureux November 30, 2016 at 3:29 AM Thanks Demetrios for your visit and thoughtful words.

Arthur Vaso November 27, 2016 at 4:33 PM If this is writers block, then please give me some of that!! I can tell you this, is not the quantity, however I surely know when I come to your page to read I will never be disappointed, hope all is well with you both! Richard Lamoureux November 30, 2016 at 3:30 AM Thanks Arthur, sorry I have had so little time to read or comment.

Mama Bear November 27, 2016 at 3:26 PM Know the feeling Have not had anything to write in some time so am glad to see you writing again. Your words always flow so well and always are good writing and reading Keep doing what you do so we can share your brilliance. Love Mom Richard Lamoureux November 30, 2016 at 3:31 AM Thanks mom, love back to you.

Jerry T Curtis November 27, 2016 at 3:16 PM Richard---Don't let those dreams slip away--we need more from you---God Bless Richard Lamoureux November 30, 2016 at 3:32 AM God bless you as well Jerry.

Tim Smith November 27, 2016 at 12:24 PM This is great Richard. It is very smooth ...a fave Richard Lamoureux November 27, 2016 at 2:27 PM Wow, thanks Tim.

CayCay Godwin November 27, 2016 at 12:11 PM I wish I wrote this well when my muse vanished or whatever it does. A flowing and absorbing bit of talent, this is. I loved reading it and appreciating it. It rolled and rocked, Richard ... CayCay Richard Lamoureux November 27, 2016 at 2:27 PM Thanks CayCay, your comment brought a smile.

Andrea Dietrich November 27, 2016 at 11:38 AM Richard. I LOVE this one. Best poem I think I read all morning. Never lose the ability to write this way! FAVE Richard Lamoureux November 27, 2016 at 2:26 PM Thanks Andrea. You are kind.

Charmaine Chircop November 27, 2016 at 11:11 AM When my dreams slip away too quick.. I just create a new dream...A waking dream..Its usually in my thought..just for a little while than it leaves like the one before it.Am so happy to see you writing Rick .May your muse tickle your pen more oftenly...We ll be waiting.: ) Richard Lamoureux November 27, 2016 at 2:26 PM Thanks Charmaine, it's not so much a lack of inspiration but rather a lack of time to concentrate.

Carol B. November 27, 2016 at 10:29 AM Richard I can relate! Happy to see this wonderful poem. :) Richard Lamoureux November 27, 2016 at 10:30 AM Thanks Carol.;0)