sometimes I sit
fingers poised, hovering
afraid to fall inadequate upon these keys
you may think my muse has left me
may think I scratch at a dry creek bed
searching for a drop of an idea
something to turn this glowing blankness
into something glorious
praying to turn this pulsing cursor of expectation
into a limp and breathless marker
satiated with the explosion of grandeur
you may think I am drying up
dehydrated and uninspired
but you would have it wrong
not thirsting
but drowning
eyes to the heavens fearing the onslaught
evident in the heavy skies
clouds pregnant with the thoughts shrugged
ideas shaken
images blinked and batted free
like the early drops from an eminent hurricane
mindfully tossed from shoulders and lashes
while the tossing is still possible
the storm is that of ideas gathering in the heavens
a thousand images forming full and fragrant
stories too ripe not to be told
mind pictures leaking in rainbow ribbons
trying to lure the unaware
escaped words gather on awning scallops
hanging heavy with double entendre
and I sit with shaking fingers
not for fear I can not write
but because I should
because I know I am that opening
the sky is looking for
It’s Open Link Night at dVerse ~ Poet’s Pub. Pull up a stool and sit a spell.
Dark Angel 
love your poetry- this is so beautiful- im kinda under a dry spell now with writing 😦 this has given me hope 🙂
Happy to help 🙂
The moment BEFORE all those words are written is so rich and full of emotion and thoughts, and you know that now is the TIME to begin…..this is what your poem ‘spoke’ to me. Enjoy your inspiration!
Kinda like the tickle before the sneeze?
Beautiful!! I love the end…’because I know I am the opening…” Lovely work thank you for sharing with us : )
-Eva
Thanks for commenting Eva.
because I know I am that opening
the sky is looking for….very cool…love that image…just channeling the stream to paper…ah…wonderful when that happens
I think it must. I often barely remember writing what I find in the morning.
magic…love the storm as all the gathered stories and thoughts ready to burst forth and you beneath….the mix of excitement and fear in opening up those gates….wonderful flow ma’am…smiles.
Why thankey Sir.
I’m so glad you recorded this – hearing it brings out so much more than just reading it. I usually am leery of poems about writing, but I liked this one, the drama, the language, the hopefulness. Exquisite!
Funny I’m leery about weather poems, so when is good it’s doubly so. Thanks.
Oh wow this poem is so rich in imagery ….. Oh my God … What lines should I pull out as favourites?
“the storm is that of ideas gathering in the heavens
a thousand images forming full and fragrant
stories too ripe not to be told
mind pictures leaking in rainbow ribbons
trying to lure the unaware
escaped words gather on awning scallops
hanging heavy with double entendre….”
wow wow wow….. that ending ….
“and I sit with shaking fingers
not for fear I can not write
but because I should
because I know I am that opening
the sky is looking for”
BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN …. Thunderous applause (no pun intended!)
Well Bajan jeeze, that’s just the sweetest comment ever.
*grin* I try …. my momma always told me tell the truth 😀
stories too ripe not to be told
Isn’t that why there are poets?
Really like this a lot
Is it? Thanks.
So well said, the feeling when there is too much to write that you can’t settle on any of it.
Almost have to get into a meditative state to slow it all down.
This was so well done with so many great lines..I really enjoyed it from start to finish..
Thanks Truedessa!
I’m overcome.
And speechless. second time this evening.
Spellbinding and read to perfection.
What a sweet comment, thank you.
Beautiful! Love it, love it, love it.
Yay, I’m glad.
A wonderful ending to a great poem ! 🙂
Thank you my dear.
Love that ending, perfect with your passionate voice and storm-riveting words ~
Thank Heaven… I didn’t know I had a passionate voice.
Oh, YES!
You get stormed on too, dontcha.
Love that storm… Love that ending. Fabulous.
Hi Kelly, thank you.
Poignant piece of writing and I love;
“clouds pregnant with the thoughts shrugged”
Oh, I wish I had written that. Good stuff.
Pamela
I love it when I get a “I wish I had written that”.
My ear and spirit are especially drawn to these pairings:
“praying to turn this pulsing cursor of expectation
into a limp and breathless marker”
“I know I am that opening
the sky is looking for”
Thanks for coming by for a read.
You’ve certainly cooked up a perfect storm here!
Thanks Rowan 🙂
O, how I wish i wrote this! Simply beautiful. The last two stanzas, in particular, resonate with me. Fine writing here, Angel :))
That is my all time favorite comment “wish I wrote” this. I collect them like gold stars. 🙂
Great playful openness, as the sky uses you as a conduit — perhaps like a Klein bottle.
Thanks for the link; I see what you mean.
mind pictures leaking in rainbow ribbons . . . awesome finale: excellent shifts in reading make the whole quite brilliant on reflection . . . awesome finale!!! 🙂
I’m glad you liked the ending.
“and I sit with shaking fingers
not for fear I can not write
but because I should
because I know I am that opening
the sky is looking for”
When that fear comes, the only thing we can do is wait for that opening 🙂 Great synthesis of words.
Thank you Yiota. I appreciate your comment.
What a wonderful cloud burst, dear Angel! Some poets think of their inspiration as a kind of haunting, but your metaphor delights more.
Nothing inadequate here!
Thanks Charles. I can see why some would feel it’s a haunting.
this is so powerful. I especially loved ” scratch at a dry creek bed” & “I am that opening the sky is looking for” – beautiful
Thanks Julia. I enjoy hearing people’s favorite parts.
I really enjoyed reading this!
Thanks for popping by.
“escaped words gather on awning scallops
hanging heavy with double entendre” really stood out for me. I like how you use descriptive words without feeling like I’m being hit over the head with them. Flows nicely, and I enjoyed listening to you read.
I’m glad you like that part. I saw it clearly in my head but stared at the wall for a while trying to remember the word “awning”. Brain freeze.