Birth of a Poetic Vibe
Sitting here, waiting the vibe moment,
the water of creativity breaks;
and silent words drip
from the womb of my mind.
Silent words—flowing,
filling blank pages of time
with echoes of sculpture thoughts
chiseled from the abysmal consciousness
of my inner being; laboring awakening words,
struggling in the web of pregnant hope.
And when these words
shall have delivered their song,
leaving the staccato rhythms
of the keyboard silent
like the darkness of stilled night,
this new born poetic vibe will be
silently screaming:
Echoing throughout the night,
vivid vibrant vibes of ebony hued melodies.
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