Murmurs
My mind is a dreamy river,
that flows untiring - smooth and rapid,
murmuring the words it adores,
the burbles of its ponderings.
These burbles of my musings
are simple little things I admire,
that capture my imagination
and get bottled up in my mind,
waiting impatiently to escape and sprinkle
in fragments of letters and scribblings.
When creative instinct is aroused,
the poet's eloquent pen dances to the
tunes of his chords of inspiration,
soothing and healing a wounded soul.
Words that splash from a poetic mind,
brightens the inner vision of the blind.
They relate to the listener's heart,
Calming his wavering mind.
A poet's gifted verses
dig out those untold secrets,
from the innermost cores of unknown minds
that connect to those lines of rhythm.
This dreamy river will gently swirl and flow,
to become wider - carrying loads of insights.
Ceaseless will it continue its course
until it reaches the end of its journey.
May weaken then, but would not stop,
creating valuable thoughts of wisdom,
in the fertile deltas it creates,
before it becomes one with the ocean.
Date: 02/06/2023
2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement Poetry Contest
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2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 14 Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Anitha Jayasankar | Year Posted 2020
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