Post by Brian on Jul 10, 2018 10:42:07 GMT -6
Times changing requires shifting of balance,
Unto my pen comes both blessing and curse,
Mood alters in endless shifting of patterns,
First favouring stories then favouring verse,
Myriads of images fly through mind's eye,
Plots and descriptives zip past in moment,
Never slowing enough to hear the soft sigh,
Of ghosted patterns that remain behind,
Chrysalis of cadence shatters one minute,
Breaking rhythm from song into story,
World then turns upside down once again,
Writing verses of triumphs and glory,
Imagination's key sits there in the lock,
All you need do is give it a turn,
Worry you not about the clicks of the clock,
Turn page after page as you fill them,
Be it poem, prose, short story or long,
Always pens will mark faster 'n' faster
Each word like note fitting right into place,
Arranged by muse blessed word master,
Speak you of demons or speak you of saints,
Mused words may not ever deny,
For the artist of words forever paints,
Indelible words for eternal sharing,
Once written the words cannot be recalled,
Change as they might on the surface,
Edit and twist makes delight from the old,
As we write about things that do grace us,
Ghost of the quill from ancient days past,
Lives in all of us who fear not our words,
What we set down to tell's made to last,
For all our generations who follow,
So with open minds and with open hearts,
We commit these words to these pages,
When our future has read what we ink today,
Will they think us as fools or sages?
Brian Paul Sullivan © 2007
Unto my pen comes both blessing and curse,
Mood alters in endless shifting of patterns,
First favouring stories then favouring verse,
Myriads of images fly through mind's eye,
Plots and descriptives zip past in moment,
Never slowing enough to hear the soft sigh,
Of ghosted patterns that remain behind,
Chrysalis of cadence shatters one minute,
Breaking rhythm from song into story,
World then turns upside down once again,
Writing verses of triumphs and glory,
Imagination's key sits there in the lock,
All you need do is give it a turn,
Worry you not about the clicks of the clock,
Turn page after page as you fill them,
Be it poem, prose, short story or long,
Always pens will mark faster 'n' faster
Each word like note fitting right into place,
Arranged by muse blessed word master,
Speak you of demons or speak you of saints,
Mused words may not ever deny,
For the artist of words forever paints,
Indelible words for eternal sharing,
Once written the words cannot be recalled,
Change as they might on the surface,
Edit and twist makes delight from the old,
As we write about things that do grace us,
Ghost of the quill from ancient days past,
Lives in all of us who fear not our words,
What we set down to tell's made to last,
For all our generations who follow,
So with open minds and with open hearts,
We commit these words to these pages,
When our future has read what we ink today,
Will they think us as fools or sages?
Brian Paul Sullivan © 2007
