The Afflatus

A short poem, taking itself for its subject.

The afflatus is upon me

Phrases come in golden flow

I cast all distractions from me

And my thoughts are all aglow.

 

As I stroke my chin to ponder

Wondrous images do teem

Deathless thoughts do crash like thunder

Through my mind in endless stream.

 

Now I lay my pen before me

For my work is at an end

Now will all the world adore me,

Such a poem I have penned.

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Thoughts of a poet are deathless indeed..beautiful poetry..

[Tony]

Indeed you have!