As I have mentioned before, I am sometimes struck by inspiration at odd times and places. So, for my adoring masses, here is a little poem that struck my brain last night. Enjoy!
I wish I could write poetry like you,
Put those phantasmagoric phrases together as you do-
The way you fit together thought and emotion so lyrically.
And though you claim not to have internal rhythm naturally,
I can hear the beat. In the crashing, sliding turbulence of words,
Images that can only be seen once they're heard.
You're gifted with a talent I can just barely touch,
Like a painter who can't seem to find the right brush.
See, that simile was awkward while yours are full of grace-
Come effortlessly to describe perfectly the right feeling, time, place.
And while this clumsy ode to your talent seems to flow so easily,
I can't help but admit that it's because you inspire unworthy me.
So maybe if I'm lucky we can spend a little time
To search each other's souls' voices and open up my mind.
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