There was a germ in my head,
As I drifted to sleep, snuggled in my bed,
A seed of an idea!
Just a morsel, a thought, a nibble to inspire,
Rhymes of times gone past
A masterpiece that would last,
In the minds of some,
Something remembered for years to come,
Contented sleep replaced my aspirations,
A worm had infested and zapped my imagination,
The seed consumed, macerated, banished
Ideas empty, mental thoughts lacking, vanished !
The paper stays dead !
All thoughts locked somewhere in my head,
Deep, Deep down that seed is somewhere,
It's survived !
Till then I stare at this blank space until I can rediscover it,
Bring this blank dead paper some substance
Bring it alive !
|Moss Steet Art by Anna Garforth|
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