
By Beverly Greene
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Sometimes
in my eagerness,
or ignorance,
I reach for
pen and paper
to capture
the works
that flowed
so beautifully
only moments
before
only to find
that the words
that had come
so easily
are lost forever
to the darkness
and I'm left
seeking
pale replacements
that lack the luster
of the originals.
It is only when
I am awash
in a sea
of sleepiness
that inspiration
crawls in
unseen by
grasping hands
seeking to grab it
and hold on to it
prematurely.
It is only when
I can't see
what is
in front
of me
that my muse
is allowed
to sing
her lullaby
uninterrupted,
feeding my soul
with golden morsels
of creativity
that never survive
exposure to light.
I wish I had
a tape recorder
in my head
to capture
those sweet
moments
of promises
fulfilled
and dreams
made real,
but when
the morning comes
I know
that greatness
is not found
in those moments
but in the light,
when I am able
to see
with the eyes
of a true poet
inspiration
forming
and growing
all around me,
when I am able
to hear its song
singing me
not to sleep,
but to life.
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