A Poet’s Curse

Waiting and watching for the storm clouds gather to in the soul; a friction between heart & mind.
As the friction builds the potential energy, electric edginess runs up & down your spine.


The mind’s sky becoming pregnant in appearance & heavy with pressure.
Hues of magic hint themselves at the edges of sight ready to open a fissure.


Sheet lightning flashes across her swollen belly…a rhyme here, a phrase there.
Concepts, themes & ideas come to life alongside couplets & stanzas like snowflakes in air.


Bolts of lightening flash between the mind & heart piercing both for bloody ink spilt in a frenzy on the page.
This is the curse of poets as payment for magic on the page & a key to each poet’s cage.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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