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Turned without Motive
Contributed by
joelmuses
on
Monday, 27th October 2008 @ 09:52:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
InspirationalPoems
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The paper lies, blank and expectant. Waiting,
waiting for life, but sleeping in haze, and all
too often is the pen turned without motive.
The vapid calm lulls fervor, stopping it dead.
Dead in the nature—dead as frozen current.
Jailed emotion fuels those turbulent waters
below a complacent, blank stare; and, sure
as good enough has never become enough,
too often is the pen turned without motive.
Yearning to thaw, reaching its fingertips and
still, nothing. Listless and wandering it knows
jailed emotion fuels the turbulent waters
to the fire. A cliché so loves luster: please
welcome it with open, sneering arms. A sob, then
too often is the pen turned without motive.
Concentrate, and lose it all. The true, bright light
blights form and eclipses rhyme. Need queries:
too often is the pen turned without motive?
Jailed emotion fuels the turbulent waters.
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joelmuses
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2008-10-27 21:52:05] (Date/Time posted on
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