And so it is with blind trust
that I stare at this blank page
willing the words to appear
knowing sometimes
the stories we tell
are written in invisible ink
Prodded by a desire
to release demons and
capture angels
my fingers race across
well worn keyboards
looking for that potent elixir
Like diamonds from ashes
the prose appears
dipped in gold from straws
immersed in wells
we hope wonβt run dry
Unlikely miracles do happen
photo: Pixabay
prompts: WyldeVerse 117, MadVerse 593
Yes, words do lift eyes to the horizon, to the skies and also deep within our almost bottomless selves….I do find them so…
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I have really enjoying reading your poetry these past two weeks since I discovered your corner of WordPress and daffodils are my second favorite flower so needless to say I find your site lovely. And so I nominated you for the One Lovely Blog award over at this link http://memeesmusings.com/2016/02/25/and-the-nominations-go-to/
I hope you have a wonderful spring and continue writing. I am definately going to have to check out your fiction story snippets as well!
☀ Memee
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Thank you! I’m thrilled you thought of me and like what you’re reading. I would be happy to participate. I’ve been enjoying your blog as well. π
Happy Spring!
Michele
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Yay! I love knowing that I am contributing to the happiness of others π
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I Understand the feeling you are conveying in this poem very much, I think most writers do. Great write!
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Thank you π
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No bottom to that well. Just keep dipping.
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Thanks! In a funk lately…
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We all are now and then. Writing is a good way to help lift yourself out of it…or at least I feel it is.
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