Stirred
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.
Wow, this is one of my favourites, Paula! I love it! 🙂
Thank you.