1 July 2012

My sea of inspiration is running a little (a lot) dry,

I sit with Opuss in my hands and all I can do is sigh.

I miss when the words just used to roll off of my fingertips,

I'd send them in to the waters of poetry like ships.

But now my beautiful ships are starting to sink,

I rarely have the time to stop and think.

I hope the sea of inspiration runs again one day new,

But for now I'll just sit here and read beauty from all of you.

PoppyABrain Waves • Opuss № I