on the edge of greatness

[saw]

this may be it
the brain arid, barren
my fingers ache
like over-stretched cells
from utter nonsensical scribbles
cramped too long
by the assumed position,
the spew today

will likely be a whisper

modest.......but....
there is something there
it's in the air
or somewhere unreachable
at this moment,
I cannot see it
but there is matter hiding
what matter ?
perhaps phrased more aptly

as... does it ?.... matter....at all ?
with all it's arcane volume
its secret atoms
its clandestine subatomic particles
fallacious gases,
confidential liquids
I KNOW......
you are there

in some ungodly form
a blackened ore ready to be tapped,
a patient geyser for a determined poet
( such as myself )...an old spelunker
OK OK
I'll stop writing for now, digging
but I know you are there
I can feel you

[mtmynd]

Good work. Damn good!

You DID feel it! And you WROTE it!

[mnaz]

So close ...

[creativesoul]

I guess when we are -always demonstrating a clarity
And ah ha moments-
Gentle medicine- emotional renovation
Is so nourishing
With this spark I am charged up to relieve the pressure