The Vessel
It’s the flow that energizes;
from brain to paper though it changes
from sparking though to inky pools;
emanations upon the page like,
fresh blood from a wound.
I bleed words...
rhyming, redundant, mystical,
metaphorical; imagery drawn
upon a blank canvas.
I have no choice, you see;
it comes and inundates my brain,
overflowing the grey cells with passion’s
bliss, I pour...
Inspiration from nature’s very soul;
the world is a painting,
waiting to be revealed;
transcending the womb,
to wing its way to the page;
a butterfly upon its way.
My pen bleeds the soul
of eternal secrets;
it is the magic wand and
I am a channel,
for the universe...
I pour.
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