Stirred

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When you sit and cannot speak

When awe catches your breath

Lost in a sigh of summer ease

Let

The moment surpassing depth

The trigger, creative spark

Move you, toward making it

Seized

Creation can halt

Stuffed with clouded thoughts

A breath aching to be released

Wait

There still is time

The clay is there for the molding

Break it, let the spirit soar

Craft

Transform that spark

Make it tangible

Impact a soul, your soul

Relax

It will take shape

Slip through your fingers

Into being, capturing that which

Stirred

You from the start

And you will breathe easy…again.

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry Prose. Copyright: Monday, August 15, 2016.

Image: Northern Drive, by P.A.Moore.

 

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