TWO posts in a day, how could you get any luckier??? I know - you can't imagine it either. I can't tell whether it's that you can't believe I actually kept my word on this, or whether you're that excited about poetry...but, well, I will choose the latter, even if it means that I am purposely living in a blissfully ignorant state. What? Writers and poets DREAM!!!!! Duh!
Searching
I close my eyes,
waiting for that moment -
that perfect moment -
when clarity and essence are one,
and pure thought rolls out -
a vermilion carpet for perfection
to strut its little hour.
Only, the moment never comes.
I am left waiting and wanting.
I know it will come again one day,
and I will once again take up its cause,
fulfill the destiny of so many words,
and in that moment, I too, will be perfected
by the strange dance of Inspiration,
Who comes to me when least expected.
I must remain vigilant.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
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