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My fragile lines,
My unstable words.
Corners hardly to hone,
My body shall heal.
Immersed in an empty stream of thought,
I implore a word.
One, that pulls me into the air,
Only far from here, away.
Rhymes behind bars,
Ideas deeply buried.
Hands already trembling,
Verses hardly to carry.
No fishing rod nor net, no foothold,
No anchor is in sight.
The head is so woozy,
Helpless in the maze.
Word dreams sink in black and yellow waves,
In breathtaking spray.
Bound and gagged,
Only feeling cold wind.
No sparkling star,
Tears flow from the letter.
Behold! A word carries me to the place,
Where once cowardly doubts were scattered.
It hands me a towel, puts me into the boat;
A wind hoists my drifting heart.
I smile and thank the syllable image
On our way heavenwards.
This word was a bobbing lifeboat
In tear-flooded emptiness.
It brought the light of a Muse with it,
To become a beacon for me.
My unstable words.
Corners hardly to hone,
My body shall heal.
Immersed in an empty stream of thought,
I implore a word.
One, that pulls me into the air,
Only far from here, away.
Rhymes behind bars,
Ideas deeply buried.
Hands already trembling,
Verses hardly to carry.
No fishing rod nor net, no foothold,
No anchor is in sight.
The head is so woozy,
Helpless in the maze.
Word dreams sink in black and yellow waves,
In breathtaking spray.
Bound and gagged,
Only feeling cold wind.
No sparkling star,
Tears flow from the letter.
Behold! A word carries me to the place,
Where once cowardly doubts were scattered.
It hands me a towel, puts me into the boat;
A wind hoists my drifting heart.
I smile and thank the syllable image
On our way heavenwards.
This word was a bobbing lifeboat
In tear-flooded emptiness.
It brought the light of a Muse with it,
To become a beacon for me.
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As a spiritual writer, I never suffered from art or writer's block.
But nevertheless, I can "feel" and "see" other people's art blocks, so this poem was created.
As a spiritual writer, I never suffered from art or writer's block.
But nevertheless, I can "feel" and "see" other people's art blocks, so this poem was created.
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Really beautiful. 