Sep 18 2008 8:53 PM
Sometimes, it just flows
A lucid dark stream,
Eloquent and virile
Spurts forth in a gush to
Impregnate a virgin page
Rendering effortless art
You feel whole again
Sometimes, it just catches
After a solitary phrase
Caught fast in the net
Created by your stresses
And your lost emotions
Causing art to seem futile
You feel so lost
Sometimes, they "get" it,
The ones you really write for
The reluctant and the ready
Muses who catch your fancy
As they whirl through the ether
Dervishes without remorse...
When they feel your rhythm
You feel validated
Sometimes, they lose you
Within that vast sea of words
Failing to catch your intent
Your valiant musings slipping
Down the rabbit-hole into dark
As though never even scribed
Never lain out to dry
This is how you feel
Always, the words live in you
They take a breath, stand up
Make a step, and you must bow
To their whim or surrender
Passion in her entirety
Leaving the virgin page barren
Mourning the loss of
Your ability to feel