Throwback Thursday- The Pulse of His Pen

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From the archives. Happy Thursday!

The Pulse of His Pen

Sometimes the poet
longs to be the muse
The vibrations of the
stars. The vibrations of
his stars, to flicker in
time with his celestial
tune.

Sometimes the poet
longs to be the
inspiration that flames
the fire. She longs
to be the embers’
point of view.

Sometimes the poet
wants to be his lavish
inner life, to drift just
for awhile in a green
expanse that only he
has the deed to.

Sometimes the poet
desires to be the
lightening threading
the darkness in his
head. The language
he explores in a
notebook that taste
like longing, to be the
alphabet of atoms he
breathe in as he sits
at a moonlit desk.
To be remembered,
not a reminder.

Sometimes the poet
wants to be the pulse
behind his pen, the
words he uses in
excess, beating out
onto…

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