Creative Inspiration
Inspiration where do you go when
you leave and your dry, barren
riverbed causes blinding dust storms in
my mind? Do you evaporate into
mist, become a gray dense fog
lying heavily in the air, intangible…
floating like a cloud, ever
changing shapes? Are you carried
by the wind, held hostage
to feed another storm when
lightening strikes and your deluge
once again swells the
river to overflowing, racing
free and wild, reaching
out beyond all boundaries?
If so, storm
of inspiration, please
deliver unto me
your monster
category five
hurricane!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Strand Select 12
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/16/2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 10/14/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: “I Do Not Know”
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 10/25/2014
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