"The Clickity Clack of Clarity"

"The Clickity Clack Of Clarity"

 

Sometimes beneath a moon(less) night

Sleep eludes me like a crimson lover

And teases me like a subtle whisper

 

I drowsily arrive to my Eden

The vestibule of my creativity

My fortress of eternal solitude

 

As I sit across my silion friend

The troublesome monitor beckons

My inner muse to spring into action

 

The plastic keys echo into the night

Clickity clack they speak volumes

To the lingering cusp of my imagination

 

Where once only moments before

Bewildered thoughts consumed

Lie the beautiful vision of creativity 

The cornerstone that builds dreams

 

And as I sit back and sip 

my herbal earl grey tea 

I know that the fire of imagination

Has refreshed my weary spirit  

 

As I leave my antechamber suite

I lay my head against silken pillows

 

Knowing that my dreams will again

Cast me somewhere beyond 

 the ethereal darkness

& cumbersome insomnia

 

A place where all my dreams

Have the potential of coming true  

Beyond the rainbow's pot of gold

 

Kenny L. Mitchell

September 12, 2009

 

 

 

Reviews

[Lady V]

We all hope and dreams of a beautiful place we see as our fountain of youth, our happy place or Our place of Peace. I must admit that it took me awhile to find mine but I have found it. For me its the place I go to when I close my eyes. A pond, A pool its always either water or something with scenery. Your place of peace sounds amazing.


Live, Love and Learn

Lady V

[Michael X]

true beyond a rainbows pot of gold, thats classically uplifting kenny, this poems holds the respect of
deeper understanding, and you express the knowledge in skillful form and fashion,
masterful and a pleasure to read.