I'm sorry to have been away for this page for so long,
the muses went into hiding after November and Nanowrimo,
but now they're back and this I'll express in a poetic way.
I hope you'll enjoy my poem :)


Creation's awakening

I think I've lost my flair,
lost my right to wave a pen like it's a magic wand
(or a broomstick taking me far away)
I think I can't create, inspire
and endlessly dream of fantasys fire

I might have waited too long
creation isn't as patient as I thought
(or perhaps it is, but I just can't see it myself)
I think I can't inspire, create,
that it somehow might be too late

I lay awake for hours and more,
dream of this something I had before,
that creative energy, this unspoken thing
which all the muses seemed to bring

And if they brought it and made it real,
if I could express all the things I feel
I'd write a poem, I'd smile so true
and life would be wonders and star twinkles too

And creation would visit once more





Poetry by Karoline
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Written on 2006-12-29 at 13:19

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