A word,
A thought,
A flash of inspiration,
Fills my head with longing,
and then,
They won't stop coming
The plot,
The layers,
The effortless flowing,
And constant striving,
the dream,
So close to grasping
A beam,
A hope,
A new light rising,
The finishing touch,
finally,
Triumph arriving.
what a great poem...and I know when it was written! you amaze me!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Caroline! you amaze me too!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great poem. I sense a bit of Haiku with some sonnet style thrown in for good measure. Fantastic!
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