Quiet time – is a slow time – a great time –
Immerging into poetic sanctuary;
Listening to the silence of inner voice –
While reading – writing poems –
Exploring storehouse of life’s experiences
In solitude of your quiet room.
Charting thru lethargic mind
Relics of long forgotten journeys
Untangled from web of mystic fog.
Nostalgia drifting –
In and out of consciousness
Then illuminates with clarity.
What are the motivating forces
That drives a person to write poems?
The urgent need to express ideas or tales?
Emotionally piling word upon words
Line upon lines – till
Their lyrical story unfolds.
Driven by emotional forces
Words flow thru fingertips.
Fingers wing over keyboard
Gliding like a bird in flight
As emotional energy flows
To the rhythm of slow flowing brook.
Quiet time – is a slow time – a good time –
To seek haven in poetic sanctuary.
Reliving youthful past –
Sailing to far flung islands in the Pacific –
Exploring the real or imaginary world. –
Distillation of lyrical dreams – or gems
In your peaceful and quiet sanctum.
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Truly, you have a way with words. Julie
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