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The Waiting Game

She sits still and in silence

watching the blank screen

empty like her mind,

the cursor blinks tauntingly

again and again and again

waiting impatiently for her fingers

to start dancing on the keys

to spill her thoughts, her memories,

the blood of her enemies

it waits for a confession,

her damning admission

yet she sits there, watching,

waiting

 

-TheElusiveScribe 04092017-

I know I’ve been behind with my daily poetry but I will try to do more today. 

 

 

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My Muse

pen poised over paper
dangling in mid-air
the words, they don’t come
for my muse went away
and in his wake
disjointed thoughts remain
unable to reconnect
these fragments of words
like dried leaves constantly
being swept away
by the wind blowing
incessantly
as the door where my muse
passed through
remains open

-©The Elusive Scribe 011515-

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A Writer’s Release

photo credit: en.wikipedia.org

photo credit: en.wikipedia.org

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

thoughts drifting away
like white clouds gliding
as the breath of wind gently blows
pushing them onwards
scattering into the ephemeral embrace
of the vast nothingness

yet consciousness forms
amidst the floating images
caressing tendrils of memories
like fragile shards of glass
blood dripping from shallow cuts
as fingers try to put the pieces
back together to form a thought

and so the words begin to flow
slowly at first then gushing from pen
like a broken dam unrelenting
spreading on whitened sheets
a wildfire of words mingling
with tears and sweat

the pages will turn once more
lines will be filled with forgotten words
stitched together by images
flashing behind eyes that stare
at swaying trees and dancing leaves
as the barrier between thought and pen
ceases to exist…

-©The Elusive Scribe 050214-

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Out of Sync

coffee and cookies  Okay, so I wasn’t able to complete NaPoWriMo this year which is a bummer but I find it hard to write poems lately. I know it’s not an excuse that I can’t find any inspiration but my mind can’t seem to find its bearings as of the moment. Hopefully with a cup of coffee and a jar of cookies I’ll be able to get my creative juices flowing. Who knows?

Maybe I just need a little push to get me back on the right track. I do miss writing poems but I don’t know if it’s a good idea to squeeze my head just to produce one. It might not be as good as I want it to be. Oh well…as you can see I can’t seem to make up my mind today.

At least I know for one thing where my mind is going at the moment and it’s for me to eat breakfast. 😀 Maybe afterwards I’ll be able to pen something for you guys.

 

-The Elusive Scribe 050114

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Redemption

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Bleeding words into vacant spaces
ink running like the flow of tears,
staining paper with pen that chases
broken dreams and escaping fears.

Purging forgotten sins into paper
dreaded words and thoughts appear,
the beginning leads to forever
raging emotions that constantly sear.

This haunted soul seeks redemption
from the darkness that is corrupting,
innocence taken by temptation
searching for the path to forgiving.

Pages now filled with secret sorrows
spoken by a quiet soul tormented,
the pain inside still slowly grows
will salvation ever be granted?

-©The Elusive Scribe 040114-