[lit-ideas] Inspiration

  • From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: "Lit-Ideas " <Lit-Ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2014 21:05:55 -0800

 

 

            What next it might be asked

            If projects filled my mind,

            But I put one metaphorical foot     

            Before the next and felt my way,

            Easing the kinks and cramps.

            Susan's hands spasmodically grip

            My arms.  I kneaded them,

 

            Wringing them loose, 

            Filling her tub with water hot

            Enough to ease her through

            Another evening.  I steal away

            But keep my cell phone near

            In case she needs some later help

            Which is to say this isn't

 

            Of my construction.  Off to the side

            I remember what I wanted,

            All the tools, the usages,

            Whims and Middle English cant;

            So much back then was rant,

            More force than inspiration.

            I now render dreams of ardent

 

            Rushing down streets

            Filled with people I never know

            Frantically searching for a dog

            Separated as we slept,

            Dead until I dreamed 

            Her back to life or nearly so,

            Searching until I wake.



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