Pure Inspiration

By Mary-Ann

Sat, 12 Nov 2016
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For the love of writing
I scribble on you
The lines more apparent and clear
How could I have left you for so long?
Through our never ending conversations
I grew strong

In haste I pin a note on you
Blue lines and white embracing each other
Still you never flinch through my tirades
My perfect companion
With you I can laugh , cry and be angry
You never mind
It's the artist soul with you combined

How you tolerate me
It's a mystery in it self
But you accept me even while I delve
You never let me be

Words dancing through forests
Revealing the mystery of distant worlds
Where everything can magically arrange
It's a place where no story
Ever appear strange

With arms lifted high
I begin to smile
While the sunlight enlightens me
The artist now completely free
We always find something beautiful
Or maybe it's just me

You soak it all up
The laughter , wisdom and pain
A companion that's forever true
There's no time for feeling blue
This morning I grew up and realize
There's no more clouds
While I wasn't looking it stopped to rain

Certificate 18
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Comments

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

I like this a lot. 'I scribble on,' the paper being the perfect companion. The last verse with its sharp ending is quite deep 'when I wasn't looking it stopped to rain.' and that's when the writer grows up ...

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Excellent. The confusion of being in love. Although I do wonder who this "you" is this poem could be something completely different? The freedom described in the fith verse and the optimism in the last is a climax and a beautiful conclusion.

Keep well! Tom Brown