poem_240_My_Inspiration

Reading as an observer

To a beautiful display

Of raw emotion

Heartbreaking, to say



The passion in each word

The sudden impact of phrase

The turmoiling waves

Through changing blaze



“Estella, Estella” the writer, writes

Calling to her, his wonder

“Show me your soul!” to her he begs

Roaring out his thunder



Throughout the stanzas

Carrying each break

None less than another

Things you can’t fake



Cards being dealt

No ace up the sleeve

Only questions prevail

Not a single reprieve



“Estella, Estella”

He continues to cry

But she gives no answer

To her pleading guy



Evading each question

Every time they arise

And for three years now

With such a reprise



And as I read this most

Beautiful translation

I can’t help but see

I, the turbulent inspiration







Inspired by: Chris Allen Bibbs and myself

Dedicated to: Chris

Created on: March 13, 2009 - 1135

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ah... my first "biggest" inspiration to someone... how shitty...

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