Inspiration
Inspiration
a whispery-sounding
word
for something so big
It can come like a
Flash - lightning turns the
shifting sands of
Thought
to glass, clear as crystal
Or softly
oh so softly
like a little green
light
on a pier
waiting for the eyes
of love
It can be harsh
dark
ripping open old
hurts
like iron
Unyielding
Or gentle
oh so gentle
turning the bent and
fragile pages
of an old story
making it
New
What is it?
Not a place in the mind
Not a single
Moment
It is the opening of the skies to see the
Flashing, storming
tender, whispering
Rending, tearing
slow, unyielding
Bone-shaking
Terrible
lovely
Truth.
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LaireOfIthilien
Hello! I am Abby Erwin, an aspiring biology teacher. "Why would she choose to be a part of this community if she really loves biology?" you ask. First of all, biology is beautiful. Have you ever seen the graceful curve of a DNA strand, or a cacophony of cells, crowded together in a zen-tangle of life? Have you ever gazed up at the trees and wondered at their strength and slenderness? Have you stared into the eyes of another human being and seen the depths of their soul, and asked yourself why the eyes work that way? I have. Secondly, I am more complex than that. I am not only a biological-dreamer; I have feelings and happenings, just like everyone does. Why would I not have room for poetry in my life? Personally, I think everyone could be a poet, if they tried.
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