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Poetry In Motion
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Poems About Poetry/Writing She sat
pen in hand
suspended in mid-air
over the pristine white paper.
She waited....
Waited for the thoughts to come.
Thoughts that would put motion
to her hand
causing the ink to flow fluidly
on the paper.
But nothing came.
Just blankness.
Thoughts teetering on the edge
of becoming ideas.
Ideas which would form
into written words.
Written words
which when combined
would create poetry.
Poetry which she hoped
would then again inspire thought
by those who read it.
Still...
nothing came.
She knew better
than to fight the block.
It had to ripple smoothly
from her mind
or it was meaningless
and shallow.
So she stopped waiting
set down the pen
put aside her notebook
cleared her mind
and rose from her seated position
stretched lazily
turned and left the room.
There...
on the table
underneath the lamplight
where the pen lay
resting atop the crisp pages
of the notebook,
were the preceeding written words
taken from a thought
turned idea
that when combined
created
poetry in motion.
