My Harp and Imagination Running Sharp
Waiting to Be Inspired...
Wanted to write a piece of poetry and was kind of stuck with the words. Again? I said to myself I have to start writing something worth the read, and began to play with my stringed instrument, my single-action pedal harp that has been inherited from the Victorian times.
Sweetest girls would you please let me play
the harp that can soothe my senses with no end
Logging in into my account I start to get inspired
I start commenting on a hub and feeling these strings through my mind
Suddenly I realized I made a mistake
I had commented on my own hub with my own content
even voted up, pressed useful , interesting but funny
Inspiration, inspiration, the day wan'st so sunny!
Spaces and Shapes
Let's go to spatial emotions beyond our mind
I get entranced by your melody that takes me back in time
Inspired to travel to the four corners of the world
I feel my hands caressing those seven seas with a harpsichord
Enough of you...!
Sometimes If I don't get my way
you will have to pay the price
enough of not getting nowhere
I just open the window of imagination
And forget if you are really helpful or did care
Don't want to scare you harp of mine
Is just a poem that comes with words from
left and right
You will never end up being thrown out
just relax and forget about that picture
Stop having fears
You are fine with me
have no doubt.
Blowing away surreal complexities...
Surreal world stop restraining my imagination
loosen up my idealized concentration
Harp of mine now you are following my style
playing the tune of a lifetime
strings that are touching deep within my pivoting heart
My muse exposed...
Here she is, showing her face
the one that causes me pain
when at 3 a.m. I have to write another hub
Thus her reward is what I love the most
Between my mind and her naked hands
I paint canvas of joy that please her senses when she wants
Not infatuation, but she is the reason
that keeps me going without much explanation
Since creation, I think I was followed
by her echoes and curves of inspiration
Between the harp and my muse
I choose to leave them both and keep them induced
Between sensuality and mid term release
I'd rather be writing poetry that would really please...!
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