Monday, August 18, 2014

Inspiration

The silver butterfly hanging on her chain


Brought not a thought to your mind


You were waiting, and nervous, and wondering.


The inspiration in your imagination kept


Spinning as the words circled round to you


You thought you had lost your muse but,


Finally, and elegantly, your fingers wrote,


Your senses stirred.

And the silver butterfly flew away.
June 2009

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