Wake of a muse

Black or blank drop or sea

Invisible, blind I can't see

Empty water from a dried up hole

Diamond turns burning coal

Flaming clouds become smoke

Burnt poems time to choke

Flowing soot of dreams 

In tear lines streams

Buried Phoenix ash

Raising in resurected trash

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha ..this gives me such a chuckle, Soren! i am driving home from work and something brilliant .. something stunning and earth shattering comes to me .. a word .. idea and then phrase .. i slam the brakes on scuttering for something to write with and on .. and YES! .. i got it .. i get home and jump on my computer to put it in my "to do" box .. a few days later i revisit and am amzed how stupid, dull and unimaginative it is ... delete delete delete .. and the origianl .. torn, crumpled and tossed ... makes me laugh :)
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[Soren]

Yes I can't keep a phrase it must be a whole stanza at the least. Lines melt into pools of waste water. I must work on it until the stanza emerges or it is lost. Thanks for the read my litterary friend I am going to your site to see if you have done anything new.

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks Soren! getting at least a verse helps keep a focus for sure