Splash of Inspiration
many fearless nights, I prowled
on rooms of grimy paper dimmed then
lit by this lone wayfarer searching
a gush of passion to feed the words
with some fire, rawness, and hunger...
perhaps my barren soul tarried on to pay
for dues upon a bleeding ink's return;
and now that this antique pen wants
to let you relish my verses, chew them
and swallow fluid visions like a dash of wine,
I feel they are mute: my own instinct
likes phrasings that haunt the senses...
but as twilight whisks, these hands fake
a churning from the bile...I have everything
to lose, except the rush of images
splashing my face with inspiration.
Kai Michael Neumann's Splash Contest
6/4/2020
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