Churner of thoughts

Come dance with me

churner of thoughts

you blow through

the clouds

of my stormy mind

the leaves and dust

you leave behind

are the fingerprints

of this cosy chaos

you dare

to 

christen

inspiration.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I love the concept of thought you so brilliantly illustrated here!

[Lorry]

I must have written dozens of pieces on inspiration and the muse over the years (as well as reading one or two), but this has a very original feel to it, that I kinda have known once or twice. The muse can be tempremental and come and go as she pleases, but we are not always in tune.
It may just be me being cynical, but I picture you writing this amongst a hillock of scrunched up pieces of paper, when what you want to write just wont play fair. I have known this feeling. Usually for me I will be sleeping and bolt upright at four am, shout the word that just came to me, and finally get some rest. Either that or I take the nip (go in a huff) and hide all my notebooks :)
Really well chosen words, with great flow that magnifies the emotion. I just can't quite discern, but get a hint that this should be read in an annoyed voice, or completely indifferent, robot like voice. Personally, mine feel more shouty than this, but I still feel the annoyance in your voice.
Great piece.

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha how dare "they" :) beautiful Sleepless ...such an easy flow with deep "inspirations" ... a little chaos never hurt anyone eh!? :)
E.

[Ardra]

Mmm reminds me of Mistletoe not sure why.... when I read your lines..
christen
inspiration.

Nice one....I liked the churning part...fingerprints...and christening so all of it..;)