inner art journal

“A Poem”

Blank notebook pages wait
Beckoning
A yellow pencil taps
Nervously
A solitary body sits
Meditating
Tense hands pause
Wondering

An open mind wanders
Searching
Nerve synapses snap
Finding
Inspiration Arrives
Fulfilling
Loose fingers type
Poetry

“The Wind”

A whistle
A whisper
Something did pass
A gust
A gasp
Hair and fur twirl with time
A swish
A swoosh
Trees way yet stand tall
A holler
A howl
Animals give way
A pulse
A purr
Pause, silence

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