It is just the moment I am overwhelmed with the ideas and loose me and my memories. Starting to climb up trying to find the “me” again. I come across great ideas and new motivation. It is okay to take a step back once in a while and empty yourself. Welcome to my Universe.
Writers Universe!
With a full macrocosm.
Cursed are the sink holes
that swallow up my memories
play with the suggestions
and create chaos
in windless clearance
of frantic deduction.
What mysteries lies hidden
in the black holes
sucking away the principal
and compress the mind
to oblivion leaving a void
in the darkest corners.
A new universe is born.
Enough room for a party
an agonizing beat
of a hundreds drums
and sledge hammers
pounding the outer walls
cracking what is my skull.
With space for a stampede
elephants and hippos
running around in circles
jump rope, dance ballet
Nailing me to the floor
in the absence of my reflection.
After the sabbatical.
Surfaces entirely covered
with scraps and notes
invigorated passion
a pen scribbles words
in great succession found
by rejuvenated writer.
Boundaries broken
expanding the creation
awoken hallucinations
sorted phantom dreams
come together on paper
igniting the readers fires.
Creating to be read by one!
©Ranting Crow2014-’15
Ranting Crow 