I had a thought: a process to reveal all
so I grab my stylus
and polish blank papyrus
but it's hazy and unclear
I gaze at my mirror
A meaningless scrawl
Author's Notes/Comments:
Spent 30 seconds reworking an old poem and the next 5 minutes bashing my head against the keyboard (metaphorically. For the most part.) It'll have to do for now.
A rather beautiful poem,
A beautiful poem. It captures what we all feel at times when writing.
a wonderful rhyme of stylus
a wonderful rhyme of stylus and papyrus
.... sometimes inspiration from the inner muse is beyond words
When I originally wrote this
When I originally wrote this poem I was imagining that there wasn't a clear reflection because there wasn't anything meaningful to be seen but your comment suddenly made me realize that there's an entirely less depressing interpretation. I am torn between giggly admiration and embarrassment that someone can find more meaning in my words than I myself do.
Thanks for the comment <: