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... -o0o-
the story will be said to unfold
and launch a narrative score of truth
releasing unfounded pickled flaws
snaking through the jagged stones
winding erratic lines submerged
deep in a silent sea of myth
talking heads with mouths unturned
leading its way out sitting on the tongue
heart pounding quivering win
almost a minute to touch the string
the boundary is a word away
truth is yours the lie is doomed to decay
posing, faking truth
robed to hide imperfections
saw unvarnished fact…
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?