In this post, I wanted to try something different, and decided to upload one of my poems. Poetry is something I enjoy writing in my free time or at least when I have a quiet moment to myself. Honestly, I am happy with my work, but I have rarely shared something I've written, and that's my motivation for posting today. I hope you'll like it, and I welcome your thoughts.
I call this poem "a moments inspiration"...
Shadow cast, a tender moment brought forth.
The gift from Gaia, the old oak most beloved.
A presence below the hallowed branches.
She finds her peace in divine embrace.
Time to think, in this life momentous.
Slowing down, to cherish this moment.
Pen and paper, guided by heart and desire.
A treasured chance, to express in solitude.
A soft breeze, loans to fortuitous spirit.
The shade shifting, time moving, go with it.
Don’t think too much, blessings come free.
Intent comes first, and the words surely follow.
She writes, and inspiration bursts out.
It’s the simple creations, that fill in the void.
The page grows fast, a conception from the soul.
Alas, it is done, to a heartfelt completion.
Quietude for an instant, sit and look out.
In the coloured field, a glance can tell all.
She feels the magic, her heart most inspired.
An invisible embrace, healing transpired.
A beautiful poem, Beck, you should be very proud. As far as I can tell, it's actually about the act of getting inspiration - where you get it, the poems that emerge from it? It's great, anyway, some lovely phrasing, an ideal length, and the feeling behind it is quite stirring.
Absolute perfection 🌳❤️