Written June 12, 2023 For Contest Random Phrases Sponsor, Miranda Hawley
Explosion of ideas in my mind create mental pain I soon find; here dreaming, my pen held in hand- head pounding with new words so grand. To be frank, the two will not meet; paper is blank- head's still in heat! What comes to mind was said before; so what is left to say or explore, of love or nature- peace of mind? Of God, of self- woes of mankind? Of life and death, of war and peace; old themes need a brand-new release! Burst open seed! Show yourself bare! Guide my thoughts and words to prepare poems shaped by creative light- as gifts of my struggles and plight!
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