how she loves
her starved beauty
a romantic guardian
could not speak
more eloquently
to her gaff
mist displays rare streaks of
bliss's gratuity
there are caverns in the heart
that one could never fully
hope to map
placated as I am with such ideas
the writing never long stills
mercy herself comes too
to help clean up her own spills
and in the beauty long after the
clean up
a new streak of sunlight
is revealed
and torn pages flutter to the
ground as the word EUREKA
is shrilled
and alas 'Poetry's Desire'
is fulfilled
as the sea of once disturbed creativity
again grows calm..................
(Mar. 4, 2010 1123pm)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

again touching upon the writing process. I never tire of trailing its mysterious path.

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