Like still waters,
Nothing. Stagnant.
Empty hollow,
Void. Dry.
Where are you?
That voice that whispers,
Rolling Rhythmic Rhymes
As I sit beside invisibility
Yet great presence
Guiding my hands,
Flowing ink on white sheets,
Soft hands going deep,
unearthing the inertia,
Exhuming the subconscious,
Beautiful regurgitation
Of beauty in tranquility.
You disappeared........
Marooned and cocooned,
In emptiness to wallow.
I followed the shadow of patience
Till you arrived and opened
The floodgate of my essence,
Let me swim in your inflow,
I will release the flow
Of the colours within,
For poetry is the art,
that paints the elegance of my life.
©richvic
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