This poem was originally published on 27 November 2012. It appears in my debut anthology Wildflower Sea available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Kobo Books.
The autumn wind blew slowly Over the unpaved paths My canvases lay on the ground In the muddy tracks Paint blotched my hands and clothes While emptiness blotched my heart For Inspiration did not come to meet me As it had regularly done from the start And the day carried on As Apollo dived into the night Letting the stars come out to peek At a truly sorrowed sight I lay down on the bench And tried to fall asleep Because maybe in the land of dreams Inspiration with me shall meet Sighed I as I closed my eyes And faced the coldth around Swaying myself into the warmth Of Utopia and its shroud And in my head I worked on easily Creating my second home A place where I could happily visit When I felt solemnly alone So I sat there once I'd finished And looked around once more But In reality my canvases Lay untouched on the floor
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Good. Not familiar with ‘ cold th’
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