Almost like being haunted–
an inner voice, a muse,
The spirits come
(sometimes they don’t)
You hear the rhythm of their dance
(or you don’t).
Grey wraiths become prisms
absorbing, diffusing colors
creating rainbows and whirlwinds
blowing words upon the page
where you find them—
almost like magic—
ethereal made corporeal
Day 28 of NaPoWriMo. The challenge is to write a meta-poem. I think this is more a poem of creating, but I have a busy day, and this it’s what happened–almost like magic. 😉
This is beautiful Merril.
Thanks so much, Holly!
it is very like being haunted…well done (I didn’t even attempt this prompt) (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe. I just started writing–and it happened. 🙂
Those times are gifts.
Yes, they are.
Exactly! I think our ideas were similar, but you said it so well 🙂
Thank you very much! Sorry for the delay–busy yesterday, and now running out again.
And I’m busy today. I’ll be back before bedtime, when we’re a bit quieter.
Hope the family gatherings were fun.
They’re still going on, I’m afraid. They went out exploring yesterday evening and missed the last train back to town. There isn’t one from here after six in the evening. We’ll try again today…
So funny. Well, good luck. 😉
They’re on the train. Finally.
Lovely, Merril. Enjoy your Sunday!
Thank you, Jill. I did!
I can feel the haunting magic. Well done, Merill.
Thank you so much, Frank!
All of this fits your opening, which is perfect.
Thank you very much!
Wonderful! A poem about poetry… who’d a thunk? Another new thing to add to my ever-growing vocabulary about poetry.
Thank you, and you’re welcome! 🙂
Keep that brain working…
And sometimes when you go back
Where the words came from
Yes, you’re right. Thank you very much.
The whole poem is ‘of shadow-flickers
Thank you, Derrick. Yes, it is. I guess it is “meta.”