Moments dissolve under my fingertips
meaningless
The spark
oh, that spark
how I chase you!
You tease me
tempt me
I dream of
the other side of the page
Blissful
virginal world
of my creation
The rush!
Spark ensnared!
Fleeting
elusive
Fingers fly
across the keyboard
before the
evaporation of
the Spark
Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
*Although this was originally written in 2019, I hope you
don't mind a repeat. Lately, I have been having trouble
getting that 'spark' back. I'm in pursuit again! :)
6 thoughts on “Spark”
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Love this!! Chasing the spark or holding it is magical but keeping it – Ah, a lifetime obsession.
😊💕🌹
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So true! Thank you, Chuck! ❤
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Inspiration is so elusive. When the spark comes to you, you have to snatch it. There’s no other way sometimes.
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Thank you for the comment and for the visit! 🙂
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Such a strong visual in this poem. I can see that spark. Feel it, too.
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Thank you, Audrey! ❤
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