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Inspiration, My Cold Friend

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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