Silly Me.

Silly Me!! ©-MFB III

Silly me
sitting here
a tiny wizard
in front of a
giant magic window
that opens onto
the whole world
attempting to
leave my mark
in the condensation
of creations
that steam the screen
just a bachelor
of the arts
for to be married
to the arts
would boggle the mind
it would be such an
intense relationship
requiring incredible
and constant creative
input and output
and so much more
to keep the bride happy
with fingerpainted smiles
freshly oiled
with passions
softest strokes
brushed into
all those tiny crevices
that are ever thirsty
for the colors of love
in the eternal June
under a honey moon
that hangs over the
black velvet
sheets of night
one would need a
full palette of things
yet to be for....
she has many suitors
which is why I remain
engaged long term
to her sweetness
destined for be
a bumbling but patient
trying to
make words appear
that just might move
a troubled soul to peace
cause downcurved lips to rise
into a "silly you"
instill a ray of hope
a seed of thought
a leap of faith
the birth pangs of an idea
perhaps turning
a trickle of inspiration
into a raging river of ink
flowing over the plain
and making bold statements
silly me
the minutes pass and
only this emerges
from the waves of my brain
struggling to survive
in the rough currents and
slowly slipping away
I reach out with my fingers
seeking the keys
to pull it free
and bring it to life
pounding the rhythm
into the lifeless form
breathing the essence
of what can make it move
for the shores at the
edge of my mind
are littered with
the debris of words lost
bodies of work scattered
empty shells
that succumbed
fragments of thoughts
drift wood
that would drift forever
hope wins out with
a chance discovery
this one gleams in the sun
of my critical glare
it has a beat
it's starting to move
on it's own
it urges me to pocket it
adding it to the collection
I have gathered
by combing thru
the parts of speech
the tides of life uncover
the grateful wizard
turns from the
window to the world
and sighs as he
places one more
tiny pearl of wisdom
amidst the many
stacks of former
efforts shelved.

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I*n*v*i*c*t*u*s 7 years ago

I love this and many of your poems. The words and imagery you paint are so profound and beautifully woven. I find myself lacking in words to comment! :) Thank you

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MFB III 7 years ago from United States Author

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