The skies filled my head with a thousand words,
pinpricks of ink dotted the invisible lines
filling them with the finest of art
channeled tales from beyond.
They had no name,
those who whispered their secrets to me
in the deepest realms of sleep I wandered
with quill in hand and a pot of color
as dark as the midnight skies,
I wrote as the eyes remained closed
and locked in the world where everything spun
and nothing much seemed to make sense,
just ancient markings on parchment
stacked in random disarray
I sorted through so many pages
knowing that somewhere within
the secrets lay.
I gathered them in my mind,
mixing them like flour and salt
and yeast to rise them higher
hoping the truth would surface
and lay like cream on the top of the jar,
yet all that remained were foreign tongued symbols,
marked with some importance
in a fiery red mark like the dying sun on a horizon.
I closed my eyes as the pen began to stir,
as it swirled across the waiting cloud
I began to understand,
it wasn’t the words that were so important,
but the invisible thought between the spaces
where creativity remain waiting for exploring,
and a sign to mark as my own,
all my heart ever wanted or dreamed
was sitting there in plain view,
words that were always waiting to be made,
on pages that could only live
if I were to give a part of me.
Yes I am absolutely with you on that! ๐
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Good morning Derrick, what a wonderful thing to say and what an amazing way to wake up on my end here. I am so glad you enjoyed it๐๐ peace and blessings to you my friend, Kim
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Superb – as so often
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They are rather demanding at times. Calliope is the actual name of one of the mythical Muses.
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Thanks Lady G, so glad you enjoyed it. I have a friend who does the records thing….always wanted to delve into it…..I know there’s much more than we see, things we don’t remember except in small subtle glimpses…makes life a hell of a lot of fun, don’tcha think? So glad you enjoyed….off in the universe in my mind as always๐๐โฎ๐ซ
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Those are the most promising, the invisible and unspoken, waiting to be born into light. Thank you and I’m glad you liked it, peace and love, K๐
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I have several who shall remain nameless, but they are like whispery ghosts who fill my mind with magic and for that I always give thanks. Most speak through my sleepy dreams, but then give subtle reminders throughout my waking hours till I stop and write them down lest they drive me crazy. Love that name Calliope, a proper muse name๐๐
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You never disappoint Kim!
This made me imagine what it might be like to ‘transcribe’ wisdom from the Akashic Records! All across the Universe!
LOL!
As always, I loved it ๐
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“but the invisible thought between the spaces”…love this. Lovely piece!
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The Muses do have names, Kim. Mine is Calliope ๐.
Lovely poem, but I expect nothing less from you.
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Esp. love this: “I gathered them in my mind,
mixing them like flour and salt
and yeast to rise them higher
hoping the truth would surface
and lay like cream on the top of the jar,”
Beautiful, Kim!
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Thanks infinite, yes, always so much unseen between the spaces, but that’s where the magic to create happens๐๐ my favorite place to resideโฎ๐
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it wasnโt the words that were so important,
but the invisible thought between the spaces
where creativity remain waiting for exploring
Such exquisite work, truly loved it! And then the last line says it even deeper…if I were to give a part of me….wow so true and beautiful!
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Thank you so very much, I enjoy the moments when creativity is found in odd places, always embracing it๐
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Beautifully crafted celebration of the creative spirit!
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Thanks so much Morgan๐๐
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Beautiful Words ๐
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Thanks so much, I’ve been doing a lot of reading, and wondering at all the thought that went into the making of artistic writings, and wondering about all the spaces where things are often left unsaid, yet still speak so very loud ๐ peace and blessings, K
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Good job, friend/ and yr last line came with a somehow hushed clash of symbols, & rang so true/ Thanx
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