As weariness settles in, like the sun dipping in the horizon And the mind refuses to stay alert, like a persistent fog that sinks even deeper And as fatigue decides to take its toll, like wrinkles on an aging finger
Ah! That is when it sparks! Like the most brilliant star, Piercing the depths of the unassuming clouds, And filtering through with a vision oh so clear It is like a mere drop of bravery surrounded by a sea of fear.
And yet it shines, so brightly too, As if it were adorned with crystals and gems So willing to appear in ink from pen To sing its song, so worthy of it then
But oh woe, it is but lost In the never-ending ocean of uncertainty and doubt No direction or road sign to find its way about.
As weariness settles in, like the sun dipping in the horizon And the mind refuses to stay alert, like a persistent fog that sinks even deeper And as fatigue decides to take its toll, like wrinkles on an aging finger
It stings like a bee, like a prick on a finger Letting its secrets spill out on to paper
And then rabid in frenzy, its passion gone berserk, It fires its worth and surrenders itself Exhaustion overcomes as the oil lamp runs dry And then with the last breath, it ceases to survive Penning down a full stop at the end of its life
And thus runs a poet’s life…
-bloom
poemegrenade
Sunday, April 02, 2006
As weariness settles in, like the sun dipping in the horizon And the mind refuses to stay alert, like a persistent fog that sinks even deeper And as fatigue decides to take its toll, like wrinkles on an aging finger
Ah! That is when it sparks! Like the most brilliant star, Piercing the depths of the unassuming clouds, And filtering through with a vision oh so clear It is like a mere drop of bravery surrounded by a sea of fear.
And yet it shines, so brightly too, As if it were adorned with crystals and gems So willing to appear in ink from pen To sing its song, so worthy of it then
But oh woe, it is but lost In the never-ending ocean of uncertainty and doubt No direction or road sign to find its way about.
As weariness settles in, like the sun dipping in the horizon And the mind refuses to stay alert, like a persistent fog that sinks even deeper And as fatigue decides to take its toll, like wrinkles on an aging finger
It stings like a bee, like a prick on a finger Letting its secrets spill out on to paper
And then rabid in frenzy, its passion gone berserk, It fires its worth and surrenders itself Exhaustion overcomes as the oil lamp runs dry And then with the last breath, it ceases to survive Penning down a full stop at the end of its life
Latest Reads:
1.Crime Zero by Michael Cordy
2.Miracle Strain by Michael Cordy
3.A Sunday Morning by Amy Ephron
4.Damnedifido by Percival Everett
5.Bliss by Peter Carey
6.Deception Point by Dan Brown
WRITER02:
Produces: Poems and short Short Stories
Latest Reads:
1. Death in The Afternoon by Ernest Hemingway
2. Anansi's Boys by Neil Gaiman
3. Eragon by Christopher Paolini
4. Eldest by Christopher Paolini
