By J Ann Crowder

My thoughts forever provoke emotions swarming like bees in hives, ever busy, always searching and creating
 
Sometimes they sting with truth, though a honey’s nectar is always sweet
 
’Tis my fate to live until my ink jar explodes; or, until a beehive’s ceaseless buzzing becomes too loud
 
Time to create again—to paint, to forge a stone, and to sing a lullaby
 
I stamp my singing breath to parchment and I paint my words quickly, before they explode
 
I cannot bridle inspiration’s desire
 
For endless horizons repeat their circle like ripples caste upon Milkyway
 
Thus pages are eternal and golden like endless, ageless stars

Written December 2nd, 2016. Interpret this in your own way.

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Charlotte B. Williams
over 4 years

You write so beautifully Jenifer. I admire your gift.

Robert L. Martin
over 4 years

Those damn poet Gods won't give you one moment's rest.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
over 4 years

LOL! So true!

Nelson D Reyes
Nelson D Reyes
over 4 years

:-D !!! Enjoying the Season of Joy into the Epiphany.
Merry Christmas to you too, Robert.

Nelson D Reyes
over 4 years

Mortals as we are we have just enough time to savor the sweet honey nectar, paint, sing and pour our unbridled emotions with words about the wonder of its being there for all of creations. Like "endless ripples" as well, we come out of our dead shells-our souls- and repeat the cycle of singing and wtiting, for the "pages are eternal" as you said for a mortal being to fill. And fill those empty pages uncensored, unbridled! Love this one. Thank you my dear friend.

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