Even after taking a deep breath
And a long sip of the morning chai
Verses just don't happen
Perhaps after a lazy walk down the lane
Or at the milkman's I shall be inspired
To capture the essence of life
Things that don't make sense will
Suddenly add up
But it doesn't happen like that
On a Sunday the words have gone
For a stroll
On somedays verses just don't happen
Let's not ruffle memories any more
Let's not hustle
Let's just lay spreadeagled
And listen to the calm
The silence of this room
The wordlessness that makes up
The world...you and me
Verses will arrive on their own whims
Today let's give in to the power of
Just not happening
And something may suddenly happen
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Yes .Just relax and let the words happen.
ReplyDeleteYes, that's what I am going to do Rall
DeleteSilence can be golden and an open mind like an open window that lets something fresh come inside. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, Penelope a break is required to listen to that freshness through the window.
DeleteYour whimsical poem is a delight and the way things should JUST BE!
ReplyDeleteAnd so the poem did happen!
ReplyDeleteNow I am smiling in delight!
ReplyDeleteOh I enjoyed this and I know what you mean. it did happen though and my favourite line is 'the words have gone for a stroll"
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