''To Write, Write, Write''
In the middle of the universe, I stand,
In a dream, I am fascinated by natural landscapes;
Where nature reigns supreme in everything,
And elegant cool images soothe my soul.
In a shaft of light the scene is divine,
A forest radiant and strangely unreal with beauty;
Vibrant passages of light and colour swirl,
With a deep sense of stilled energy.
The universe in a moment of rest,
Engaged in silent prayer that stills my breath;
And soon I enter a lost herbal garden,
Serene, verdant, tranquil and tangled.
There is a mood of ethereal visions,
In this overgrown and partly decayed Eden;
My fluttering garments float in the breeze,
In this strange beautiful emptiness.
Through sinuous broken branches,
A brick derelict building stands alone hauntingly;
I enter the open doorway with no hesitation,
And I stand in a room perfectly calm.
Soon a wild gust of wind begins to wail,
And on a table written pure white papers spill;
Spinning and twirling like a storm of butterflies,
And I feel my muse summon me.
"To write, write, write . . ."
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February 5, 2015
Poetry/Verse/''To write, write, write''
Copyright Protected, ID 02-638-423-05
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the contest, In The Middle Of The Universe, I Stand,
Sponsor Verlena S. Walker, Judged 02/2015
Second Place
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