Elusivity

ELUSIVITY The spring tide of inspiration washes slow Sweeping away the thoughts of yesterday With such creativity one could ever know And so refreshes, more than one can say A bright spot of light focused on the page And no longer with the luxury of choices It’s like a soprano diva taking centre stage Dismissing all other accompanying voices As black thread drawn through silver silk It dominates concentration for an instant All the metaphors and allusions of that ilk Disappear to the void, no longer constant When passion, exhausted, staggers away And the world looks so bleak and bland It’ll come around and smile another day A fact that very few people understand