Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

to work again July 3, 2017

Filed under: Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 10:21

A pause –


from sliding
‘cross
wings of
expectation
finds me sitting,
and
sipping,

on an elixir
bitter with
the sweet purr
of hope-
patiently
yet
expediently
brewed
by
faerie muse.

a flame rekindled
inside my mind’s eye
phoenix reborn
only to die.

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