hanging on the wall, noting some leaves of mark
with eyes invisible, staring glances unblock
fixing a stare, making some honey whispers
hissing earnest talk, time is on your fingers
spinning 'round in circles, running 'round the moon
in numbered silent moment, memories shift too soon
retreating a minute's fate, releasing a destiny
dreaming a future's goal, isn't a chance for eternity
grind some grains while they're on your hands
the clock is ticking, the late hour reprimands
the seconds will be late, to catch up the luck
seize the moment, the truth is on the clock...
I’m waiting for a spark to strike me to begin a topic of discussion. Something that will ignite my mind and feelings to write. It hasn’t come to me at this moment. Maybe at the stretch of this piece it will come slowly and without my knowledge this writing is finished.
Inspiration ! This is what I am waiting for. Ideas. Feelings. Arousal of my mind. I still can’t advance the continuance of what I am looking for. Maybe I have to concentrate a little more. I have to do away with a little disturbance. But the distraction is making me think deeply enough. Hoping my train of thoughts would not be disturbed and break its continuity. Again, concentrate.
An inspiration is what I need to start coining some phrases and conceiving it as a sentence. Agreeing to what it means needs a little pondering of the mind. Sentence construction is of the essence. Stanzas will be formed as my sentences are grouped to one thought or scene.
Inspire me more !
Express a thought one after another. Write what my mind is reeling at the moment. Continue until it stop. Stoppage gives me the chance to think further to give me more millage. Continue as I begin again to step on the pedal of speed.
Is it time to end? Have my ideas been expressed to the limit? Tenses and others, checked? Did I picture it right about my ideas and views of what I have expressed in my sentences? The whole stanzas? The whole piece? Was it the truth?