A Beautiful Tapestry

Words dance
On my pad
Stirring up
Their innocence

They spray about
Shapes so odd
Stick to the paper
And refuse to let go

They assemble in groups
And some drops get sprayed
And the words become a line

Wonderful

Maybe that’s what we call
Inspiration.

A thought from above

An assembly of letters
Characters
An Indian line of words
Rushing towards a point
In haste to fully stop.

Inspired inspiration

My muse
And I remain
Bemused

Until

I read

Scattered around
Them semblance of chef-d’oeuvre*

Perspired inspiration
That transpired
Inspired perspiration…

My head drops
The music stops

Scattered around
The embroidery
Of my unique tapestry

Were no more

Than a line of garbled nonsense

Author's Note

chef-d’oeuvre: Master piece

@ Christian, this is what you feel about some of my poems I would think... :)

One of my weaker poems for sure but which I like because it reminds me how at times I take my pen (or keyboard) and feel the need to write, but cannot come up with anything. And if I manage to scribble anything, it is nothing but some verbal diarrhea.

:)

Reviews

[Dayran]

A inspiration rises from the source of our mysteries and like a dream, sometimes points at something. Where we pursue it, we might find great rewards of discovery. Nothing is too small or unimportant. In aspiring, we do not already know, but open ourselves to discover.

[Crow]

An interesting piece, easily read with a unique imagery and structure.

[Shadow in the Dark]

I was confused about what was happening in the poem until you explained it. I liked it and now that i know what is happening in the poem i can fully understand it.

[KAOlmsted]

thank you for the invite. This was far from weak; I found it to be spot-on. And if anyone can honestly say they have not felt this way at some point (or most points) then they are not true writers. Well done.

[Rene Velez]

good cool lines, words are a wonder, when done right, well done...

[Dove]

This poem has a nice flow. You did a great job on it.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Weak doesn't mean horrible in my mind. I have said the same thing, and reviewers have told me that my not-so-good work is still good. I see that here, even in the closing lines. The nonsense line I didn't expect.

[Jeremy Baker]

My muse/And I remain/Bemused ... such a wonderful expression.

[Teri B]

This certainly has the effect of a tumbling flow of words...

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

I can relate to this poem so much, especially the lines,

"Scattered around
The embroidery
Of my unique tapestry

Were no more

Than a line of garbled nonsense".

Nice work.

[RISHABH ARORA]

nice one mate !! :D really inspirin !! :D