Finding Water
Walking through this desertbaren reaches
of my mind
Before me
on my desk
a sharp fat pencil
an open notebook
its blank pages staring up at me.
My chair is comfortable
the winter sun
floods my room
with sunlight
No words
come through
these empty places
in my mind
Buried deep
waiting for spring rain
to blossom
and flourish
Those unspoken dreams
the unmet expectations
the deepest longings
of my soul
I squirm
and wiggle
waiting for
inspiration
Looking out the window
I search the sky for clouds
for rain clouds
Rain with healing moisture
longed for moisture
rain to heal this thirsty soil
The landscape all around
is baren
where are the drops
of morning dew
Water
streams of water
flowing fresh
with inspiration
Searching
I am searching
Is it there?
Joy
anticipation
the hope
the dream of
Finding Water
CEM 2/17/2007 © all rights reserved
posted by Endment at 11:27 AM
12 Comments:
a new journey. a new adventure.
neat.
have fun, your have made a great start.
Your poem speaks of your abilities!
Looking forward to this journey.
oo la la, beautiful!
I considered participating but have too much on my plate to do it justice. You've made a beautiful beginning.
Beautiful Endment, very, very beautiful. You are so talented. Thank you for sharing your talent.
I considered participating but have too much on my plate to do it justice. You've made a beautiful beginning.
I know that feeling of squirming in my seat waiting for inspiration - and to liken it to waiting for rain, is also very apt. Beautiful writing.
Lovely poem beautiful photo!
This was a beautiful piece!
I like your poem very much--and I like the feeling of new beginnings, so appropriate with spring around the corner.
Wonderful
Beautiful poem Endment...
Post a Comment
<< Home