Even now she speaks to me
through silver slithers of splattered rainfall
on awaiting glass.
After the storm, sounds of life abound.
Even now emotion sometimes rides
the wind, creating song.
Seasons falter in their will
to change but, there never has to be
a reason.
And even now, words await their
pouring forth across an empty page
from fresh spills of ink as
pen and I become one, speaking
from soul to make that first simplistic
touch upon a pristine surface.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
Shared with Three Word Wednesday CCLXXXIII #Emotion, Falter, Touch
With Real Toads Kerry’s Wednesday Challenge ~ Running the Brush: Zhuihitsu
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One’s Muse has many faces. When you can hear them speak you have to listen.
You’ve caught it…”pen and I become one” …perfect!
K
So lovely…this might be my favorite line:
“Seasons falter in their will
to change but, there never has to be
a reason.”
And even now, words await their
pouring forth across an empty page
from fresh spills of ink as
pen and I become one,
Love this portion!! Nicely rendered, Bren!
Just the words “Even now..” are sufficient to sweep your reader up into this introspective piece, allowing us to think of what is lost, what is retained and what is recorded in ink on the page. Masterful.
Like Laurie I was most taken by the final stanza. Great write throughout, though.
I can really hear this piece..the scratch of the pen nib over thick, luxurious paper..ready to soak up your words..beautiful..jae
I understand ‘pen and I become one.’ When that happens, the best poetry is written, I think. Enjoyed this, Bren.
Lovely opening with rain on window. K.
Bren, this so poetic….so much…..
Full of energy and emotion and … mystery. This is splendid writing.
Even in the act of composing your words create poetry by themselves eager to present themselves to us.
A storm can only pause life…Life goes on, flourishes even more after each storm. Lovely! 🙂
Love this… especially that last stanza.
Surely not dark and dreary today, as you went all wonderous in display with a great scene you set that you can bet.
this is truly beautiful and resonates even after you’ve finished reading:)
Glorious, Bren. “speaking from soul” as always, and so beautifully.
I love this poem and these lines, “Even now emotion sometimes rides
the wind, creating song.”, because I often feel this way too.
Beautifully written…
from fresh spills of ink…
It is like that sometimes…spills of ink on paper until we finish and look at the art we formed 🙂
“After the storm, sounds of life abound.” In every way that you could possibly mean this line! No wonder, then that :
“. . . even now, words await their
pouring forth across an empty page
from fresh spills of ink as
pen and I become one, speaking
from soul to make that first simplistic
touch upon a pristine surface.”
“Simplistic” only in the sense that the touch is a reduction, a tip of the funnel cloud!
and what a touch! love the 2nd line’s alliteration….
Beautiful. You’ve really painted a lovely poem here.
So beautifully written. I love the flow of your words. Simply, amazing.
as pen and i become one…crack that surface bren…it is usually magic when you do…smiles..i like the voice of the muse early on…had a bit of rain last night ourselves…
Love the emotions riding the wind