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!
ReplyDeleteWhimsical indeed! Thanks Helen.
DeleteAnd so the poem did happen!
ReplyDeleteYes, in a different kind of way. ЁЯШАЁЯША
DeleteNow I am smiling in delight!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary. Sometimes giving in or up helps.
DeleteOh 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"
ReplyDeleteThank you Maria. Could it be poet's block?
DeleteAi and google together, don't capitalize that g word please, it doesn't deserve, finds words for me. Last one I needed was "Evocation".
ReplyDeleteWell I could have taken the help of AI and Google to find words but they were not verse worthy. Thanks Jim for strolling in.
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