The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov
Paper, pen, ideas.. and suddenly our mind goes blank! There are times when we get so caught up with life that we don't get enough time to write. The muse is a fickle fiend which needs to be tickled every now and then. So today I want you guys to go out and breathe in your surroundings. Sit back and relax in a nearby cafe and grab a cup of coffee or tea with a friend. As Francis Bacon wisely states; "Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable."
by Rainer Maria Rilke
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it had inner light, even from a distance-
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
Rushes in a Watery Place
by Christina Rossetti
Rushes in a watery place,
and reeds in a hollow;
a soaring skylark in the sky,
a darting swallow;
and where pale blossom used to hang
ripe fruit to follow.
Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred. I look forward to reading what you guys come up with. The link doesn't expire, so please feel free to write more than one poem. Please do visit others and remember to comment on their poems. Have fun!