Ideas in Verse
Kaylee Herndon
April 14, 2015
The beloved life bringer
Has begun to create again.
The black ink - filled with unfulfilled ideas-
Descends upon the delicate page.
Oh, my poet,
I am waiting for you,
The inspiration will come too-
The desire to write me shall take hold.
Red gleams from an object gold-
Resting on the gentle hand
That holds the delicate paper
That is soon to hold me in my depressing glory,
Down to this desk worn and weary.
Oh, my poet,
Gently I shall enclose on the mind
Guiding black ink in scrawling letters
Across the delicate page.
Your emotions I shall control
If only a moment-
The mind will not be its own
It shall be mine to command.
Then, like smoke,
I will dissipate through the lungs
And release you from
My hypnotizing embrace,
Inhabiting the page you so carefully wrought
Becoming the words so lovingly written.
